Seoul City, SKT Club.
Ever since Untara proposed the battle plan of 'no destruction, no establishment', everyone took action.
The specific method... focuses on stimulation!
And if you want to stimulate Faker to flourish again, you definitely can't use Eun Jung as the main offensive position.
If Eunjeong is used as the main attacker, Faker's aggression will be a bit too strong, even if Eunjeong's own attack power is not high, he can't withstand the sword and armor.
How long can Faker withstand this kind of knife?
Therefore, in Untara's plan, Shen Qiu'an will take the main offensive position.
It coincides with the LPL finals being held soon.
On this day, before five o'clock in the afternoon, Untara, Wolf, Bengi, and Bang arrived at Faker's door.
First, he pretended to knock on the door to see if he could call Faker out. After receiving no reply at all, Untara started.
First he sighed, and then said a bunch of things like, 'Brother Xianghe, if you don't come out, how can we rest assured?'
Xiaohei's voice suddenly came in from far away and came closer: "The LPL finals are about to begin, buddy, the coach reminds us to observe our opponents."
"But Brother Xianghe~!" Untara's acting skills exploded.
Bengi gritted his teeth and frowned, "Xiang He has locked himself in the bedroom for so many days. I'm getting more and more worried. At least someone needs to help watch."
"How about I stay and you guys go watch the game." Wolf raised his hand.
"No! Zaiwan, you are also the commander, and you are one of the people who need to observe your opponents the most!" Bengi refused directly.
"Then, shall I stay?" Xiao Hei asked.
"Both EDG and RNG's junglers are not good at it. Since you are the starter, it is very important to observe the jungle brushing style and route of Collier's Dirty Dance and Mala Xiang Guo. This is very important." Bengi said no again.
Duke said honestly: "Then..."
"Cheng Hao, you can't stay either. RNG's Heng Shuo is a very powerful top laner. You need to observe him." Bengi added.
"Then what should we do? We can't really all go out to watch the game, right? Brother Xianghe has been staying here for so many days, how can we make people feel at ease? If it really doesn't work, we might as well not leave at all. Let’s watch the game here!” Bang said angrily.
The scene was quiet for a moment.
Then, starting from Bengi, everyone expressed their approval one by one.
"good!"
"That's okay!"
"I'm OK!"
"This is a good suggestion! It can not only protect Brother Xiang He well, but also observe the opponent. I agree!"
"I'm going to bring a monitor right now, man!"
"..."
In the bedroom.
Faker was sitting on the ground, leaning against his single bed, holding a bottle of soju in his hand, looking up at the ceiling blankly.
The wind is very... no, it's outside today. Why is it so noisy?
He just wants silence!
Doesn't this satisfy him?
Why?
Also, the sounds from outside can actually be transmitted in very clearly.
He couldn't understand it. Since you must go to the game and you must leave someone to watch me, then why can't you keep Untara?
He is a small substitute, so he doesn't need to watch the game to observe the opponent, because Duke is in great shape and there is almost no chance of being substituted.
Then again! Apart from the live broadcast of games, isn't there any replay to watch? So what are these guys wondering about whether to go to the game or not?
Idiot?
Really, nerve-wracking.
Faker reached out distractedly and pinched the center of his brow again. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes this time.
"Ah~!"
Faker's expression suddenly twisted together, and he let out a long-lost, somewhat ferocious cry of pain...
He saw his own shadow on the ceiling.
In addition to the ceiling, there is also Eunjung on the opposite side!
The words Eunjing said to him that day seemed to ring in his ears again: I'm sorry, player Faker, I already have a boyfriend.
"Ah~!"
Faker hurriedly put down the bottle of wine and covered his ears with his hands. He felt uncomfortable and sad again. His heart ached!
The teammates outside the bedroom were obviously unaware of this. These 'ignorant' teammates had even started watching the game!
LPL finals, EDG vs RNG! The championship battle between two classic giants!
And not long after it started, the stupid teammates outside started shouting and yelling.
"Axiba!"
"Axi! Can you kill this?"
"Brother Qiu An is so powerful? How can his Sword Princess kill Malzahar like this? It doesn't make sense!"
"As expected of Brother Qiu An?"
"..."
Faker was startled, then raised his head in surprise. Several question marks suddenly appeared on his head.
ah? ?
These bastards.
Do they know what they are talking about?
At such a uncomfortable moment, he actually went out to wildly praise his love rival for how awesome he was?
Asiba K plugs K~!
Faker was in a state of confusion, his face was dark, and several black lines suddenly appeared on his forehead.
The most annoying thing is.
Since the first wave of praise, Shen Qiu'an seemed to have gone crazy in the first game of the finals!
Bang, Bengi, and Untara outside began to exclaim one after another.
"Axi!! Brother Qiu An killed again!"
"Oh my god! This! This! What kind of combo is this? Chenghao Chenghao, can Sword Girl still play like this?"
"How did he get that flaw?"
"One-on-two counterattack! How terrifying!"
"Brother Qiu An, are you crazy? He...why is he so strong? Although he was strong when he was in SKT, he was far from being so exaggerated."
"Ah! Ah! Ah~! Here it comes again! The magical Sword Girl combo! So handsome! So fast! Ah! So crazy!"
"Brother Qiu An! Me! Me! Oh my God!!"
"..."
In the bedroom, Faker's face became increasingly expressionless. He didn't know why, but there was an impulse in his heart.
I want to go out and kill those brats outside one by one.
Even the eldest brother Bengi will be chopped down together!
What the hell?
Did they do it on purpose? ?
Faker was so angry that he stood up quickly, ran to the table and picked up the fruit knife, preparing to splash blood three feet away.
But, he immediately calmed down again.
How could it be intentional.
With Shen Qiu'an's strength, it is not impossible to kill randomly in the LPL Summer Finals.
As both players in the mid lane position, although Shen Qiu'an's hero pool is very weird, he really understands Shen Qiu'an's level.
That guy is really strong.
However, no matter how strong you are, you can't steal Eun Jung away secretly.
This is immoral! It shouldn't be! Not allowed! No quality! No brotherhood! There is no trace of humanity at all...
"Ah~! Kill and kill and kill again! Brother Qiu An has already reached the finals, can he still fight like this?"
"He's always been so powerful, what should we do?"
Outside the house, Bang's worried voice suddenly sounded.
'what should we do? '
Faker slowly put down the fruit knife and said to himself, frowning, "When it comes to the World Championships, I will make that guy Qiu An look good. I'm here, what are you afraid of?"
"Well, if it were the past, Brother Xiang He would definitely deal with Brother Qiu An, a rebellious person." Xiao Hei sighed.
Now is also okay!
It's no problem now, okay?
Faker's frown deepened.
In the field of League of Legends, he has extremely strong confidence in himself, unlike in the field of love, he, he...
"Ah~!!"
.゜゜(′o`)゜゜.
Faker suddenly covered his face with his hands again and cried out in pain.
Unlike in the field of love, he is a loser!
Qiu'an!
You really deserve to die! !
Good brother, how could you...
"Well, Sang Hyuk is not good now." Bengi's sigh sounded outside, and Faker regained his attention.
What?
Is he dying?
"Having been depressed in the house, depressed, and in a sluggish state, Sang Hyuk now can only be considered a second-rate mid laner at best," Bengi added.
Faker: "!!!"
Second, second rate?
He suddenly wanted to laugh.
"But we also need to understand him. Sang Hyuk has indeed encountered some very unpleasant things recently. At least he used to be very carryy. Now it is our turn to tolerate him." Bengi continued.
Faker opened his mouth and was speechless.
I don't know why, but although Bengi's words about the 'second-rate mid laner' are a bit harsh, it is undisputed that he has been in a sluggish state recently.
In addition, what Bengi said, now it's our turn to tolerate him... Inexplicably, it makes people feel a little warm.
Faker raised his head and raised the soju, tons, tons, tons~!
Three mouthfuls.
The entrance is refreshing and the throat is bitter, but in the stomach, the wine is clearly warm, until another exclamation breaks out outside!
"Qiu An!"
"Brother Qiu An went crazy again!"
"Oh my god! RNG's Looper obviously made such a wonderful team start, but, but..."
"Being beaten by Qiu'an's Sword Lady, one against four, and she stabbed through the entire situation?"
"His Sword Girl is such a fast sword. I, I'm not as good as him."
"Me too."
"Ahhh~ Asiba! Why is he so strong? Isn't Brother Qiu'an invincible? In this year's World Championship...if we encounter EDG early, Brother Xianghe!"
Faker: (￣□￣；)
He slowly put down the soju in his hand.
The warmth in my heart suddenly cooled down.
No, what on earth is going on with these bastards outside?
Calling him second-rate, he gritted his teeth and endured it, after all, the guys behind him said such heart-warming words.
But! While calling him second-rate, I also want to praise Shen Qiu'an for being invincible, powerful, terrifying and exaggerated!
Who is sighing at the back? Why did he sigh immediately after mentioning his name after encountering EDG?
Has it been confirmed in advance that he will definitely be defeated by Qiu An in the World Championship? ah? ah? ?
Xiba Longma! !
A red '╬' appeared on Faker's forehead.
angry! very angry!
What a bunch of bastards! What do you want?
Faker's eyes were filled with murderous intent again, and he looked at the fruit knife.
Otherwise, no one will live, and we will die together!
"The first game is over. RNG seems to be no match for EDG. The point is, Brother Qiu An is too bad. I'm so distressed!"
"I really want to go back to this time in S5. If it were us at that time, we wouldn't be so distressed, right? After all, Brother Xianghe was invincible at that time, and we were also invincible! He would beat anyone who came, even Qiu Neither can Brother An!”
"Yes, Sang Hyuk's addiction has had a great impact on us. I pray that we will never encounter EDG early in the World Championship."
Uh-huh! !
In the bedroom.
Faker's expression changed again.
These few words made him feel a little more comfortable. These bastards finally knew that he could beat Shen Qiu'an!
Also, if you can go back to s5...
The smile that appeared on Faker's lips just now froze again, and he stared blankly out of the window, longing for memories.
s5 is so good.
At that time, Qiu An and Zhao Enjing did not know each other at all, and Zhao Enjing did not go to LPL.
Every time he wins a game, he can happily prepare to receive an interview hosted by Zhao Enjing.
(Actually, Shen Qiuan was already chatting enthusiastically with Eunjing on Kakaotalk at that time.)
If this continues, maybe one day, host Zhao Enjing will say to Shen Qiu'an, "Actually, I already have a boyfriend."
but! !
This is all if!
In fact, he is the loser!
The words that Zhao Enjing hosted were also meant for him!
"Ah~" When Faker thought of this, he put on the mask of pain again, frowned into a 'Chuan', his eyes were misty, he covered his face and shouted in pain, quickly picked up the soju, tons, tons, tons~!
Bitter wine enters the throat and makes the heart ache.
Qiu An, you really deserve to die! ! !
'Alas~. '
Faker let out a long sigh, because his mood suddenly felt extremely low, and he wanted to sit on the ground and continue drinking, feeling decadent, sad, and troubled.
There was movement outside again.
"Axi~!! Brother Qiu An, what kind of operation is this? Why is the mid laner on the opposite side just his toy?"
"Does he keep playing like this because he wants to become the world's number one mid laner?"
Whoosh! !
Faker's eyes suddenly opened wide again.
What?
Who is the world's number one mid laner?
Qiu An, a bastard, just stole his Eun Jing, but now he even wants to steal his 'world's number one mid laner'?
Is it a human? ..
"Killing again and again! Asiba! Killing like crazy! Brother Qiu An is killing like crazy! The second game only started 10 minutes ago! Is he using the game as a ranking?"
The commotion outside continued.
Faker's breathing became heavier again, his eyes widened, staring in the direction of the door, and his fists clenched.
This 'confrontation' lasted for more than an hour. Even in the bedroom, Faker still heard the news coming from outside, congratulating EDG for winning the championship.
Of course, this movement was not unexpected. Even if he was not watching the game, he could hear it just by listening to the constant noise from his teammates outside.
EDG has been killing randomly, Shen Qiu'an has been killing randomly, and finally won the championship, it is reasonable...
After doing this, he could finally have some peace of mind. He just wanted to be quiet... Faker unclenched his fists, slowly closed his eyes, brought some soju, and held him in his arms.
I was about to take another sip and continue to feel sorry for myself.
"Man, I suddenly feel that EDG is really strong, and Brother Qiu An is really strong. They are even a little unstoppable this year."
"Otherwise, we might as well give up on this year's S-Games."
a voice sounded.
"What?"
"What are you talking about, you brat?"
"Are you talking human language?"
"You guy!!"
Several angry retorts came immediately.
"No, no, brothers, listen to me first. The reason why I propose this is for Brother Xianghe! For Brother Xianghe!"
"You think about it, brother Xiang He is so negative and in such bad shape now. When it comes to the World Championship, if we don't bump into EDG, it will be easier to say something. There is a high probability that we will just be defeated and go home."
"But, if we bump into EDG in advance, think about it, what would happen?"
The voice describing this gradually became frightened.
There was silence outside for a moment.
Then, it could be heard that Bang, Wolf, and Xiao Hei couldn't bear to express their speculations.
"Brother Xiang He was killed in an explosion."
"Brother Xiang He was beaten to the point of death by Brother Qiu An."
"Brother Xiang He tragically lost the title of 'the world's best mid laner'."
"Xiang He would be beaten so hard by the invincible Qiu An that his cat wouldn't even recognize him, his nose would be bruised and his face would be swollen, and he would even lose his confidence completely."
"Huh~! That's right, look, you all have guessed the same consequence... only one! Brother Xianghe was beaten to the point of being completely autistic. He was frustrated in love and in the competition. He has been unable to recover since then and has become a complete useless person. You guys Can you bear to see such a scene happen? So I suggest, really! For the sake of Brother Xianghe, we simply don’t participate in this session..."
Snapped! ! !
The tightly closed bedroom door was suddenly pushed open with great force.
Whoosh whoosh! *6
The six figures, as if they had predicted it, jumped a few steps in unison, their backs pressed tightly against the wall, their expressions nervous.
At the door, Faker was standing there silently. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at everyone in front of him.
"I didn't take the knife~"
As a jungler with a strong sense of the overall situation, Bengi keenly noticed that Faker went out without the 'terrible killing tool' that was splashed with blood, and immediately signaled to everyone.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed.
Everyone who had been clinging to the wall, with nervous expressions and frightened hearts, came over one after another and asked questions with concern.
"Brother Xianghe, are you out?"
"Brother Xianghe, how are you?"
"Brother Xianghe, are you okay?"
"Xiang He! You finally came out! Are you okay? You don't know, I've been worried about you to death these days!"
Faker shook his head and did not reply to everyone's concern. He only said calmly: "There is no reason to abstain from the World Championship."
hiss! !
Bengi and the others immediately took a breath of cold air.
This, this...
By the way, Faker is in the bedroom, separated by a door, and it's okay to let them say the opposite according to the script.
Now in front of Faker, Faker still looks so calm, even calm to the point of being scary! them……! !
In short, after taking a breath, everyone's eyes fell on Untara, the initiator.
Untara is very embarrassed.
As for Asiba, as early as MSI, his brothers betrayed him and let him be trained alone by Faker for a whole night, which almost drove him crazy.
Coming again now? !
But he was the one who initiated the battle plan. After frantically building his mind for 10 seconds, he walked out with gritted teeth and a slight tremor in his voice: "But, Brother Xianghe, What if you, by chance, get beaten again at the World Championships..."
Faker suddenly turned around. Under his bright glasses, his eyes were full of murderous intent, as sharp as an eagle: "I won't be beaten to death by anyone!"
"I know! I know!!"
Untara was so frightened that she trembled violently on the spot. She nodded immediately and responded loudly like a primary school student answering a teacher's question.
"In this World Championship, I will let everyone know who is the real number one mid laner in the world!"
Faker clenched his fists again, his whole body filled with murderous aura. After speaking, he turned around and returned to the room.
But before closing the door, he couldn't hold it in anymore and added: "As for this year's Qiu An, it is undeniable that he is indeed a true genius, but don't forget, genius is just a challenge to me."
If it were the game world, at this moment, Bengi and the others might be able to see such a mark appearing above Faker's head.
[Rage value: 100%! ! 】
(End of chapter)
