The second Team Beijing got back to their hotel, Fan Yuan gathered his team together to tell them, âMake sure you think about everything you saw today! We have to crush Team Shanghai! Donât hold back, donât underestimate them, donât take any chances. Weâre going in hard and weâre going to win! We have to win, no matter what!â
Everyone on Team Beijing nodded slowly, not saying a word. Except for Zhang Hongyi. He coldly stated, âThat is obvious. All of us watched their match this morning. Two pentakills. One with Riven and another with Kalista. This is not an opponent that we can take lightly.â
Yun Pingâs eyes flashed with a competitive gleam as he took a deep breath. âOf course we have to win! The Collegiate Cup belongs to us! We have to take it home!â Going up against someone who had defeated Goalie hadnât discouraged him at all. Quite the opposite. It fanned and stroked his competitive spirit, firing him up. Heâd even picked Riven in Game 3 in an attempt to send a message to Team Shanghaiâs Midlaner. You think youâre hot shit because you can play Riven in mid? So can I! Weâll figure out whoâs better between us on the Rift, and settle things once and for all!
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âThank god thatâs finally over! Iâm beat!â Su Xue exclaimed while sighing as she fell into her soft bed. It had been a long day of shoutcasting for her. After the match finished, she left with Team Shanghai and ate dinner with them before returning to the hotel. As she lay there in bed, with Team Shanghai talking and celebrating in the background, her thoughts wandered back to the day. Today was amazing! Wait-wait-wait! Thinking about it is going to get me excited again and then I wonât be able to sleep. Weâre all getting on the flight back to Shanghai tomorrow at 10AM. I need to wake up! But today was a really good day. Lin Feng and his team got through to the quarterfinals!
The day truly had gone well. Not just for Team Shanghai, but also for Su Xue. Sheâd had a phenomenal debut as a professional caster. But the celebration for Team Shanghaiâs victory had not died down just yet. Or ended, in Lin Fengâs opinion.
âMy brothers! The night is still young and we are ALIVE! And everyone knows that there ainât no party without an afterparty! And that the afterparty is better than the party! WE SHOULD CONTINUE TO CELEBRATE! WITH A MEAL!â Lin Feng enthusiastically suggested.
âDidnât we just eat dinnerâŠ?â Zhang Hao asked, muttering in shock.
Lin Feng looked at Zhang Hao, penetrating him with sudden seriousness. âZhang Hao! Is there only one game in a match? No! Are we all one trick ponies who can only play a single champion? No! So why do we limit ourselves to a single meal to celebrate? Weâre going for number 1, the top spot, the Collegiate Cup. And beyond that! Because all of us dream of being at the top. Is there any reason for that dream to be limited by the rules set by others about single dinners? Or a set number of meals? NO! The meal that we ate, the match that we just won, that was only the appetizer! It doesnât count as a celebration meal! We must continue to celebrate and continue to have reasons to celebrate as we chase our dream! WE EAT BECAUSE THAT IS OUR ASSAULT ON THE COMMONPLACE AND THE ORDINARY! WE EAT BECAUSE WE NEED TO FUEL UP AS WE RUN AFTER OUR DREAM! And we celebrate as we eat every meal. Zhang Hao, how could you possibly think that we would celebrate only once over a single meal?â
â⊠Sure. But didnât we celebrate at lunch?â Zhang Hao said.
An Xin facepalmed as Lin Feng delivered his confusingly inspirational monologue. And then cut into the conversation before Lin Feng delivered another speech. âHao Bro, ignore this idiot. Thereâs only two things in life that he understands and cares about. Food and League. If heâs not playing League, heâs eating. And if heâs not eating, heâs playing League. Heâs the kind of guy who considers every meal of every day a celebration, and constantly wishes for greater heights of culinary delight. Thereâs no reasoning with him.â
Zeng Rui put his hand on Zhang Haoâs shoulder and nodded in agreement with An Xinâs words.
Chu Fang chuckled. âAlright guys. Looks like our little stay in Guangzhou is over. Everyoneâs worked hard. When we get back, get as much rest as you can. Once the Quarterfinals start, this tournament will only get more and more tense.â
âNo worries! The championship is ours! I can already taste the victory meal weâre going to have once we win!â Lin Feng said as he thrust his fist into the air.
Chu Fang looked stunned for a brief second. Then said, âLin Feng, I believe the expression is taste victoryâŠâ Lin Feng looked at Chu Fang, puzzled. âTaste victory? Iâve never tasted victory. The food that we have after winning is pretty good. What does victory taste like? Why didnât we get it today?â
This was the point where An Xin had enough. âForget the Championship, you still have exams to worry about,â An Xin said. Dousing Lin Fengâs excitement and insatiable hunger with cold water. But not him alone. That single sentence snapped everyone back to reality.
Team Shanghai had left for Guangzhou on January 12th. Yesterday was a Friday. And after Friday came Saturday, which was today. The 16th of January. After Saturday came Sunday, the 17th of January. This meant the end of the weekend. They could no longer afford to take it easy and decide if they were kicking it in the back seat or kicking it in the back seat. No, no. The date was significant because it meant that they were already halfway through the school year. And coming up on January 25th were exams. The most dreadful period for all high schoolers across China! In a very real sense, they did not want this weekend to end.
âWhat? Argh! Exams!? No! No! No! I wanted to celebrate and eat! Not think about exams that I donât want to take!â Lin Feng shouted and started throwing a fit.
Chu Fang, An Xin, and the rest of Team Shanghai were more than accustomed to Lin Fengâs fits of impotent autistic rage. They ignored him and continued the conversation.
âOur exams are on the 25th, which is perfect timing. Zeng Rui, how about you? When are your exams?â An Xin asked.
âOn the 24th. We take them a day earlier than you guys, â Zeng Rui replied.
âExcellent!â An Xin said. Then she continued, âThe quarterfinals start on the 28th. Our exam schedule and the tournament schedule works out well. Perfect. Weâll do it just like we did this time. Iâll buy the plane tickets and get in touch with you guys when the time comes. Then weâll be off to Beijing!â
They continued to work out the details while Lin Feng wallowed in existential dread over the upcoming exams. Eventually, everything was set in stone. Team Shanghai started to wind down. The conversation mellowed and lulled. And then, Su Xueâs phone started ringing.
She fumbled around for her pocket and pulled it out to see who was calling. And then sat bolt upright in bed. âItâs from Huya!â The person on the other side of the line was the Huya TV executive Su Xue had spoken to before, Zong Yao.
Su Xue hurried up from the bed and composed herself quickly before answering.
âHello, hello! Su Xue here. This is Mr. Zong, right?â
âYes, Mr Zong! Today was great! I had so much fun shoutcasting for the matches! And doing both matches was no trouble at all, really! I appreciated the opportunity.â
âHm? My schedule? I have a flight back to Shanghai at 10AM tomorrow morning. Other than that, nothing besides streaming. Why?â
No one besides Su Xue could hear Zong Yaoâs side of the conversation. But right after Su Xue asked why he wanted to know her schedule, her eyes jolted open wide. An expression of shock was frozen on her face. She was so surprised by what Zong Yao asked that she couldnât speak for thirty seconds. Then she mumbled something quickly into the phone and hung up. Then she turned around to look at Team Shanghai and squeaked, âI⊠I donâ I canât believe what just happened!â
Team Shanghai looked at her, curious and concerned about what had transpired on that call to leave Su Xue in such a state!