October 5, Wuhan Sports Center.
After nearly a week of waiting, the group stage of the S7 Global League of Legends Finals finally kicked off.
However, the first opening game will start at 3 p.m.
WE will face the North American C9 team.
At this time, Xiran arrived near the entrance outside the venue with a bunch of support cards, and asked anxiously in his voice:
"Xiao Yu, where are you? Why didn't I see you?"
"I'm here!"
As soon as she said the words, she heard a response.
However, this voice did not come from the mobile phone, but rang in my ears.
He quickly turned around and looked at the source of the sound.
I saw a girl wearing a dress and a bun tied on her head jumping up to the front, and then took out two tickets from her bag.
"Don't worry, there will still be some time until the game starts."
"Wow, the tickets are sold like crazy now. You couldn't get them at all last night. The scalpers are still selling them at extremely high prices."
"Ayu, can you really go backstage to take photos with the contestants later?"
Xiran took a ticket from her hand and then continued to ask.
Hear this.
Xiaoyu immediately patted his chest and promised:
"No problem, I'll take care of it. Did you forget that I'm also the LPL host?"
"How about we become hosts together after you graduate next year?"
While talking, the two entered the venue through the ticket checkpoint and found their seats according to the numbers.
As far as the eye can see.
The auditorium was almost full.
Just when they were about to take a selfie and post it to their friends, a burst of dynamic BGM sounded, and then the lights on the main stage dimmed.
There was a dull thud.
A light suddenly hit the area in the middle of the stage.
A straight figure in a suit was instantly reflected. It was Ren Dong, currently the best male host of LPL. He held the microphone in an passionate tone and sang the opening remarks.
"Welcome all summoners to the first day of the group stage of the 2017 Global Finals."
"Now let's invite the two teams from the first game."
"First of all, please...Team~WE!"
With this shout of team name sounded.
In an instant, a scarlet WE team logo appeared on the big screen.
Then switch to a photo of the player with an ID.
"Top order, Dregs!"
Ren Dong deliberately paused for a moment and shouted the name of the first contestant in a controlled rhythm.
The words just fell.
The director quickly pulled the camera towards the stage exit.
I saw a short-haired boy wearing a red and black team uniform with a sunny smile on his face walking out from the backstage and stepping onto the stage of this world championship.
Through cameras from multiple angles on site.
Officially entered into the vision of global LOL audience!
"..."
Xu Yang walked steadily to the middle of the stage at the pace he had rehearsed beforehand, smiled and waved hello to the surrounding auditorium.
Then he closed it into a fist.
He stretched out only one index finger and pointed upward at the stage.
this moment.
There was a brief silence in the entire venue, and then suddenly burst into cheers like a landslide and tsunami.
"Ah ah ah ah, Xu Yang is so handsome!"
Xiran stood up from his seat and excitedly waved the support light sign in his hand.
You can see that it has the eye-catching name Xu Yang written on it, and also depicts an animated image.
"What did he mean by pointing his finger to the sky just now?"
Xiao Yu next to him asked doubtfully.
Xiran was stunned when he heard this, then thought about it for two seconds and then gave up thinking completely.
"Is this... supposed to be the first World Championship? No matter, he's very handsome anyway!"
"..."
Looking at her best friend beside her who was already in a state of fanatical pursuit of stars, Xiao Yu sighed helplessly and then continued to focus on the main stage.
At this time, the appearance of players is still continuing.
But compared to Xu Yang, who appeared first, the other players' results were obviously much worse.
There is a clear difference both in appearance and in the confidence shown between the eyebrows. It is almost like two different painting styles.
The only player who can still be compared.
I'm afraid there is only MyStic, an ad player from the same team.
Soon, the players from both teams came on stage one after another.
10 players lined up facing each other, creating a tense atmosphere of confrontation.
"..."
Xu Yang didn't care at first.
But when he came back to his senses, he found that Impact, who had a little dreadlocks and facial features similar to Mr. Ohmu, was staring at him.
Um, could it be...
Because of the trash talk he said in an interview some time ago?
But it shouldn’t be.
This has been more than a month.
Moreover, in the North American region where the culture of trash talk is so prosperous, it is impossible to still dwell on trash talk on the field.
Maybe she noticed the way he looked at each other.
Impact frowned, then made a fierce expression on his face.
That's when.
Host Ren Dong has finished all the opening lines.
Referees on both sides guide the players to their positions.
Xu Yang ignored Impact's provocation.
Follow the referee to the players' bench and take a seat, and then quickly adjust his keyboard and mouse peripherals.
At this time, coach Hongmi has also walked behind the players' bench.
The first sentence he spoke was not about BP, but some psychological construction with the players through the voice device and translator.
"This is your first World Series game."
"But coach me, I have led the team to the finals and won the championship, so please trust me and don't be nervous. My BP can lead everyone to win the game."
This is the end of these confident and inspiring words.
Xu Yang immediately continued:
"Coach, what if I want to play Nuoshou?"
"Ah Yigu...let's wait until we play Gam in the next round before we think about it."
"Ah? Coach, are you serious?"
Hearing this surprised rhetorical question, the tense atmosphere within the WE team immediately improved significantly.
…
At the same time, the commentary booth in the LPL division.
The two partners, Guan Zeyuan and Wang Yiyi, were standing in front of the camera, engaging in a familiar chat to delay the game.
"Although C9 is the third seed team in the North American region."
"but……"
Guan Zeyuan paused for a moment, pretending to be mysterious, and then continued talking like a cross talk.
"Because the C9 team has a nickname, the Light of North America!"
"Often when the other two North American teams go home in the top 16, they can always successfully break through to the quarterfinals and preserve the final glory of the North American division."
"Indeed, I also feel that the strength of this team cannot be underestimated."
Wang remembers next to him and echoed.
Then he followed the director’s instructions and said:
"Now let's take a look at the VCR and see what the players from the two teams who entered the World Championship have to say."
As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast of the event cut directly to a video.
The screen went dark.
The scene on the screen turned into a studio, and Impact's rough face appeared in the lens.
He looked forward and said firmly:
"Before I came to the World Championships, I heard some doubts on the field."
"But, it doesn't matter."
"I will use my strength to prove that I am still the champion top laner of SKT, Impact."
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