League of Legends: Dynasty Creation

Chapter 20.that golden rain

It was a golden rain.

Jiang Bufan pulled up Shenchao who was beside him, turned his head and hugged White who was beside him, and they hugged into a ball!
There are also TT and Lucky who keep rushing to the player's bench to hug each other. . .

Zhang Xiaodong was waving his hands and jumping, and he had already thrown the small notebook that never left him into the sky.

"Flag!!! Flag!!!"

In the chaos, whoever shouted woke up the few people who were in ecstasy, and handed over the bright red five-star red flag. Jiang Bufan reached out to take it, raised it casually, and put the bright red five-star flag on his body. At this moment, His eyes were moist.

This is the highest honor for a League of Legends professional player!
It is also the highest honor for an e-sports player!
It is also the highest honor for an athlete! ! !
"Hold a cup with me!!!"

With a howl, Jiang Bufan took the lead, leading everyone in the royal team towards the trophy! ! !

"Come, come, let's lift it up together!!!"

Countless hands grasped the trophy.

"Three, two, one!"

"rise!!!"

Several young people in blue sportswear held the trophy aloft, surrounded by a group of staff in shirts or suits, and the bright red five-star red flag was pulled straight above the trophy by a pair of hands.

With the flashing lights on and off, this scene was recorded forever.

On the other side of the arena, the few people who packed up their keyboards and mice walked silently to the deep and dark corridor of the lounge.

Faker, who was walking at the end, turned his head and looked back. Several members of the Royal Family team were bathed in the golden ocean, holding up the golden trophy, as if their eyes were stung by this scene, Faker lowered his eyes and turned his head to walk towards the exit channel.

At this time, Jiang Bufan, who was applauding around the trophy, seemed to have a feeling. He turned his head and looked, but there was only a lonely figure and the letters Faker on the red and white uniform. no trace.

The deafening cheers made the communication among several people very loud. Jiang Bufan patted TT on the back, pointed backwards, motioned for himself to go out, and then chased after the exiting players of SKT.

PoohMandu held his mouse and keyboard with his left hand, and Faker's shoulder with his right hand.

Feeling the young man beside him sobbing softly, the sadness in his heart surged up one after another.

He raised his head, trying to keep the tears from falling from his red eyes, but he couldn't.

Bengi, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and sat slumped on the edge of the passage, leaning against the wall and covering his face, unable to take another step.

Impact's eyes were blank, like a walking dead, silently following the team.

Kkoma turned around and saw his team members stopped outside the lounge door, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

"Hey! Kkoma!"

Kkoma turned his head and saw the young man in the blue tracksuit approaching.

"Know me?" The man came over with a strange English accent, "Couch! Royal couch!"

"Coach, COACH!"

Kkoma didn't hold back and corrected.

"o! yeah!" The man was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"what's matter?"

Kkoma forced a smile at him and asked.

"o! whats your qq number?"

"what?"

"qq! qq number?"

"what is qq?"

"emmm...online chat tool!"

"I understand! You mean e-mail?"

"yeah! yeah!"

After exchanging email addresses with him, the man tapped Kkoma on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"skt is good!"

Xiba!What is this man here for?

Then, under Kkoma's unkind eyes, he walked towards Faker who lowered his head.

"Hey! Faker!"

Faker lowered his head and ignored it.

"I ban zed in bo5, because I see you zed, you know? You zed is so Ah sister word! So Aosou!"

Faker raised his head, staring at the person in front of him with red eyes, he felt that the other person came to humiliate him specially.

"Hey, can we chage this?"

The man took off his rustic blue sportswear with some clumsiness, and then pointed to his team uniform.

Faker didn't understand the English he spoke, but Faker understood his body language. The person on the opposite side wanted to exchange team uniforms with him.

"Give it to him, Xiang Hyuk, exchanging team uniforms is a form of recognition in sports!"

Faker pursed his lips, handed the keyboard and mouse to PoohMandu, then took off his team uniform neatly, and handed it to him.

"Thanks!!!"

After the man got the team uniform, he smiled and waved at the SKT crowd, then ran away.

Looking at his back, for some reason, everyone in skt suddenly felt a little better.

"If it's us who win, that's fine!"

That back view has been imprinted in the hearts of everyone in SKT for a long time.

On the other side of the field, facing the microphone handed over by the host, White beamed and said, "I've said it before, I often kill him solo in training matches! We're [-]-[-]! Hahaha!"

"I think it's four or six!! You are four!!!"

Uzi, who was passing by, brought his face closer and loudly demolished the stage.

"Oh, so puppy, how much do you think you have with the ADC on the opposite side?"

The host who was interviewing hurriedly put the microphone to Uzi's mouth.

"What time does it open? Please! I'll blow up his line!"

"Hahahaha!"

The members of the royal family and the interviewers all laughed.

"Where's Coach Jiang Bufan?"

At this moment, the video camera brother who followed the camera all the way asked the data analyst TT.

"Old Jiang?" TT heard the words, looked around for a while, then pointed to Jiang Bufan who had just come out of the passageway, "There it is!"

Seeing Jiang Bufan come out, the reporters who had finished interviewing other players rushed towards Jiang Bufan.

"Coach Jiang, how did you feel when you saw the team score 0:2 in the waiting room?"

"I was thinking at the time, MD! Are these hangers playing me?"

"Hahahaha!"

As soon as Jiang Bufan opened his mouth, he amused the interviewees.

"So after you played as a substitute jungler, did you feel a little uneasy in your heart? Can you share with us your mood at that time?"

"I was sitting in the contestant's booth. Before the banpick started, I told those hangers, whoever dares to play me in a while, I will immediately go over and smash his dog's head!"

"Hahahaha!"

After casually answering a few non-nutritive questions, the interview with Jiang Bufan soon ended amidst laughter, and everyone from the Royal Family also surrounded him.

"Hey? Lao Jiang! What you are carrying on your shoulders doesn't seem to be our team uniform!"

"Hey! Just now, brother, I took advantage of those sticks who were distraught and exchanged our Li Ning for an Adi with them! Blood money!"

"You are so cheap!"

"Go, go, this is called smart financial management! You know a hammer!"

After finishing numerous interviews, a group of people yelled and got on the temporarily rented bus, returned to the hotel where they stayed, and started the celebration carnival!

Then, several commentators and tx's staff in charge of the League of Legends professional league also came to join the party. For a moment, the champagne sprayed and the flying ribbons turned the temporarily rented hotel restaurant for the party into a sea of ​​joy!

(End of this chapter)