editors: apricot & juurensha

Close ended Pro’s advantage.

The great demon king once again pulled FTW out of the mire!

Wei Xiao took a deep breath, filled with nervous tension, “Opportunity!”

This was indeed a wonderful opportunity, one that the captain had broken open for them with his longsword that took down two people by himself!

Two people from the Pro side died, and they would be fighting a five against three battle. As long as they could kill Kim Sung-hyun, FTW might even be able to end the game in one big wave.

Wanted to win, needed to win, had to win.

The more heated the blood in his body was, the calmer Wei Xiao was. He glanced at the minimap, and there was already a clear plan of action in his brain.

Yue Wenle was on the way down. He was a little far away, and they couldn’t wait for him to arrive.

Little Ning was free and would be in position right away.

Although the captain had killed two people on his own, he wasn’t in a good state, and it would be difficult for him to participate in the battle.

Wei Xiao, Bai Cai, and Ning Zhehan against Kim Sung-hyun, Li Heran, and Park Guizhi.

Three against three. Could they do it?

“Go!”

It didn’t matter if they could or not; they had to keep them where they were. Even if the three FTW players all died, Yue Wenle, who was coming in behind them would also be able to harvest the kills, let alone the fact that there was still the captain.

It wasn’t a big deal if the captain was in a bad state. As long as he found the right opportunity, he would still be able to stab the enemy to death.

Ning Zhehan had already flown into the clouds, taking the lead in smashing a set of kills at Park Guizhi.

Pro’s thinking was very clear; protect Kim Sung-hyun.

Park Guizhi was a jungler, but half of his gear was tank gear. The armor on his body made him no less solid than Li Heran’s elemental shaman.

Li Heran supplemented him with a defensive totem, making it so that Ning Zhehan’s damage spattered against his body like raindrops, dealing an insignificant amount of damage.

However, Little Ning wasn’t trying to kill Park Guizhi. He was ‘luring the tiger away from the mountain’!

The immortal warlock who was flying on the clouds distracted the three people from the Pro team. Bai Cai threw a set of buffs onto the shadow thief and yelled, “Get him!”

Wei Xiao didn’t say a single word. It was as though his aura had disappeared along with his shadow thief as he quietly walked around behind Pro. His crimson blade flashed…

Kim Sung-hyun was extremely sensitive and immediately found the shadow thief’s trail, “Bro!”

Li Heran’s reaction was even faster. He stabbed a healing totem and an acceleration totem right next to Kim Sung-hyun’s body.

The shaman had already started to link up its moves, and the eight light arcs covered the sky and earth. The power thief and elemental shaman were fleshy, but they were also cut down to half health.

Brother Cai: “Nice!”

This level of damage was good. Kim Sung-hyun would die.

Lu Feng: “Retreat.”

The three people from FTW were stunned.

Wei Xiao realized that something was wrong.

Brother Cai: “F*ck, he didn’t die?!”

Wei Xiao: “Resurrection totem.”

The elemental shaman had sacrificed 80% of his own health. In that 0.01 second gap, he’d created a resurrection totem and inserted it next to Kim Sung-hyun, who had been about to fall to the ground.

Now…

Kim Sung-hyun ‘came back from the dead’. The golden arrow flew out, but the target it controlled wasn’t Wei Xiao, but Lu Feng, who was far off in the distance.

The death knight who only had a sliver of health fell beneath this golden arrow that had flown across the whole map.

Bursts of cold rushed to the back of Wei Xiao’s brain.

The next second, the gold hunter’s arrows shot at the shadow thief. Wei Xiao pulled away quickly, but unfortunately, he was too close. As long as the golden arrow was locked in, it would track and follow even if he pulled back.

After getting hit by two arrows in a row, the shadow thief’s health bar was cleared out.

At the last second, Wei Xiao switched in a resurrection armor. He’d just stood up when the power thief’s ground stab landed beneath his feet.

Wei Xiao’s heart thudded.

He was controlled and pulled back.

The brilliant arrow of light stabbed straight into his heart.

System Announcement––

Pro.Succe killed FTW.Quiet.

Wei Xiao stared at the screen in a daze, his hands covered in cold sweat.

The shadow thief fell to the ground, and the gold hunter’s next target was the immortal warlock.

Ning Zhehan was taken out by two arrows. Yue Wenle rushed over, but unfortunately, he wasn’t here to harvest anything. Instead, he was bewitched by a ground stab and ended up sending his head over to the gold hunter.

System announcements rang out one after another.

Pro.Succe took a pentakill.

FTW was wiped out.

This was the strength of a team in the world’s top four, the tacit understanding of a doubles championship team. This was Kim Sung-hyun in his peak state, and the terrible oppression he lorded over his opponents!

Defeat.

FTW’s resurrection crystal exploded, and they lost the game.

Wei Xiao stared woodenly at the screen, his handsome eyes unable to focus.

Brother Cai leaned back in his e-sports chair like he’d been drained of all his strength.

Ning Zhehan and Yue Wenle were still in a daze, completely stunned by the last wave and the opposing team’s ace.

How had they done it?

How on earth had they done it!

How had Li Heran managed to launch seven or eight totems in a row?

How had Kim Sung-hyun, who’d developed enough, managed to determine Lu Feng’s position?

That arrow had been too deadly. If he hadn’t killed Lu Feng, it would be difficult to say who would have won or lost.

Wei Xiao had to die, and Little Ning wouldn’t be able to live, but even so, as long as Lu Feng was there, by counting in Yue Wenle and Bai Cai, they could still fight a 3v3!

But…

Kim Sung-hyun’s ultimate move had locked in on Lu Feng.

FTW lost completely.

The sound of cheers brought the FTW team members back to their senses.

When Wei Xiao stood up, he noticed Lu Feng’s gaze.

He clenched his fists and went out with his head bowed.

Wei Xiao wasn’t clear about how they shook hands, hugged, and stepped down from the stage.

All he knew was that his entire body felt cold when he sat down.

This was a very familiar feeling.

Two years ago, when he’d learned that his grandmother was seriously ill, he’d also been shrouded by this feeling.

This was a sense of despair like he was about to lose the most important thing to him.

It was a feeling of being helpless, powerless, a pain that could crush one to pieces.

They’d lost.

He’d lost such an important game.

The two million he’d promised.

The feelings he wanted to express.

All of it was killed in that last light arrow.

“Wei Xiao.” Lu Feng called out to him softly.

Wei Xiao’s ears trembled, but he didn’t look up.

Chen Feng’s worried gaze shifted over, “It’s just a winter training competition. You’ve all done a great job.”

They’d really done great, going beyond everyone’s expectations.

Even the haters didn’t have the face to hate on this year’s FTW.

Two of the five starters had no competition experience, yet they were able to make it into the top three in the winter training competition.

This was enough for the China competition zone’s Glory circle to show off for the next year and a half.

The match between FTW and Pro just now was very worthy of praise.

FTW had played very well at the start of the game, and they had even managed to show signs of a counterattack after being suppressed in the middle stages.

That last wave was really heartbreaking.

However, there wasn’t anything that could be done.

Experience and maturity needed time to settle in.

FTW had already grown at an amazing rate!

Tang Chen patted Wei Xiao on the shoulder, “Victory or defeat are both common occurrences. Brat, you can’t be scared of losing?”

Wei Xiao wasn’t scared to lose.

He was never afraid.

Losing wasn’t a big deal, he just had to win again after!

Life was very long. There would be many chances to win, and Wei Xiao had never been scared of failure.

It was just that this time, he felt very miserable.

The courage that hadn’t been easy for him to find was now all gone.

He didn’t know how to face the captain.

Lu Feng reached out and held his clenched fist.

Wei Xiao’s eyes abruptly opened wide.

Lu Feng’s hands were very beautiful, with long fingers and distinct joints. They were pale like a piece of exquisite jade and just the right width.

Such a pair of hands, it seemed that they should be cool to the touch.

But his palm was very hot. When it wrapped around the back of Wei Xiao’s hand, the warmth made him want to shiver.

Wei Xiao’s heart was in a state of turmoil, and his emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme were about to burst out.

He wanted to flip his hand over and hold hands.

Wanted to tell him how he felt.

Wanted him to know that he liked him.

Such a good captain.

He didn’t want to give him to anyone else.

He wanted him.

He wanted him to be his!

“It’s alright.” Lu Feng’s deep voice rang in his ear, “We still have a long road ahead of us.”

Wei Xiao’s eyes were red. Other than biting his lips, he didn’t know what else to do.

––Wei Xiao, how come you don’t even know how to cry.

––Wei Xiao, you don’t have a father or a mother, is that why you don’t have tears, either?

––This child is really strange, the grandmother who raised him left, yet he didn’t cry.

How could he cry.

Who could he cry to.

Only those who were cared for were qualified to cry.

Pata.

A tear fell on the back of the hand that looked as cool as white jade.

Lu Feng’s heart clenched. He squeezed his hand.

Wei Xiao didn’t want to act in such a shameful manner; he didn’t want to lose face in front of so many people, on an occasion like this.

But…

But…

Lu Feng pulled him towards him and pressed his head against his shoulder, “… Be good, Little Xiao, don’t cry.”

These words were spoken in a very, very low voice, so low that even Wei Xiao himself didn’t hear them.

He simply pressed his forehead against Lu Feng’s shoulder, his black hair hiding his damp eyes.

“Captain…”

“Hm?”

“If you do this…” Wei Xiao choked, “I’ll be all spoiled and haughty due to your love.”

Lu Feng: “…….”

He chuckled quietly and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “That’s fine.”

Wei Xiao’s heart banged against his chest. He continued, “I want to use your clothes to wipe my tears.”

“Mm.”

“And my snot.”

“……”

Lu Feng pinched his fingers.

Wei Xiao’s heart fluttered. Countless streams of warmth poured into his chest, squeezing so hard that he almost couldn’t stand it.

Why was there such a good captain?

Why was there such a Close?

Why was he so good to him.

If there was a god, then Wei Xiao, at this moment, finally felt that he had been cared for.

The final match was between L&P and Pro.

Kim Sung-hyun thoroughly played out his potential. He took advantage of having already warmed up and forced L&P step by step towards defeat right from the start.

Yuan Ze and Gary were his mortal enemies. Normally, they would camp on him until he went into seclusion. However, today, it wasn’t clear if it was Kim Sung-hyun who’d found the right state, or if it was Li Heran who’d suppressed himself for over ten days and finally burst out.

This pair’s cooperation was godly.

They could barely be seen talking, and there was almost no verbal communication.

However, the support and marksman players on the screen seemed to act like a single person. They knew exactly what the other party was thinking.

Pro won the championship with overwhelming momentum.

This year’s Pro was amazing.

Everyone could feel the momentum that Kim Sung-hyun released.

He wanted to win. The South Korean Pro team was really hungry for the National Championships!

Glory belonged to the first place.

Millions of dollars of prize money and endless applause and cheers all belonged to Pro that night.

Kim Sung-hyun took the FMVP, but his expression was still indifferent.

When the host interviewed him, he said, “I hope that next time, it will be Li Heran who gets the FMVP.”

Li Heran’s quiet black eyes swept towards him.

FMVP was a title that only the core of the finals championship team could get.

This sentence by Kim Sung-hyun meant that not only did he want Pro to win the championship, he also wanted to have Li Heran to become the most valuable Glory player in the world for 2020!

He wanted a player who’d been in service for six years, who was once the number one ADC, who’d retired from the position and switched to support, to once again win the FMVP!

15 days of intensive training came to an end.

It was very necessary for FTW to review their last game, but it wasn’t urgent.

They’d competed all day for the medal pool competition, and it was already late. Everyone was also very tired.

Chen Feng only said a few things, then watched them return to their rooms.

Normally, after the end of a game, the least worried one out of the entire team was Wei Xiao. Today, it was the other way around.

The other players were alright, and they hadn’t suffered much of a blow from losing the competition. Instead, they were eager to train, wanting to become stronger.

In particular, Ning Zhehan’s mentality had taken a great leap of growth during this experience, his tension and panic slowly fading away.

Little Lunatic Wei, who had been the most passionate, was now overly quiet.

Chen Feng was worried, but when he thought about how Lu Feng was the best medicine for the little lunatic, he didn’t head over to say anything more.

He figured that as long as the two of them soloed a few times, Wei Xiaoxiao would resurrect with full health.

They returned to the guest room.

Wei Xiao started feeling a little awkward.

They’d lost the game, and his kiss was also gone.

He didn’t know when his confession would be able to succeed.

What Wei Xiao lost wasn’t just 2 million. It was clearly 20 billion.

His mood that had been coaxed better by Lu Feng earlier plummeted once again. He spoke in a stuffy voice, “I’m going to shower.”

As soon as Wei Xiao stood up, he found that his wrist was being held.

Lu Feng looked at him, his pair of black eyes seeming to hold a cluster of flames under the yellow lights.

Wei Xiao’s heart almost stopped when he faced that gaze.

“If we won, what did you want to do?” Lu Feng asked him in a low voice.

How could Wei Xiao say it out loud? He couldn’t even breathe.

Lu Feng: “In fact, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

His left hand was wrapped around Wei Xiao’s wrist. He tilted his head and leaned in. A kiss landed on Wei Xiao’s slightly parted lips.

Wei Xiao: “…………………………”

xiin: WERE YOU EXPECTING THAT? WAS IT SATISFYING? Chen Feng, the little lunatic will resurrect with full health, but not coz of solo~

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