Chapter 108: Glorys Mic Explosion King (1/2)
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
First, there was the hot-blooded opening game, and then there was FTW’s deep-water torpedo, setting off wave after wave and leaving the China Glory circle dumbfounded.
At first, the fans burst out in tears, and then the anti-fans poked their heads up and began to stir up the muddy waters like crazy.
If there were enough Close fans to make a circle around the earth, then there were enough anti-fans to make one and a half circles around the earth.
As a man who’d stirred up the bloody rain in the Glory circles, those who loved him loved him all the way down to their soul, and those who hated him hated him all the way down to their bones.
No matter how hard Xiang Liu worked to control the comments, he couldn’t hold back the haters who crowded together to apply pressure.
“Close is only 21. How’d he get a shoulder injury so serious that he has to leave the team for treatment?”
“If you can’t afford to lose, then just say it directly. Why put on such a miserable act?”
“Wake up, other than acting miserable, what else can FTW do? They’ve done this for three years. They’re probably unable to keep going on this year or something.”
“Laozi even thought that FTW was going to rise up this year. Like hell. Isn’t this just abandoning ship and running away?”
These were already considered good. There were more malicious ones later on––
“I’ve felt that things were weird ever since Quiet joined the team.”
“If there’s nothing going on, why change junglers? Lu Feng must’ve seen that FTW can’t continue on and was planning to find someone to take over.”
“FTW was already setting this up when they announced that Close would be switching to the top lane. He’d played jungler for four years, then said that he’s not suited to play jungler. Who would believe that?”
“He just wanted to find a way to step back, waiting for an opportunity to walk away.”
“That’s great. The contracts with their partners were signed earlier in the year, and they’ve already made enough money.”
“There’s no need to think about it. Two months later, FTW will send out a new statement––Oh hey, the treatment didn’t work, Close’s shoulder can’t recover, and he has to retire.”
Conspiracy theories, paranoia, and keyboard warriors emerged in an endless stream.
The fans who’d originally already been confused became even more of a mess when faced with these comments.
From the crying at the start to the questioning that followed, and then to the state where they were on the verge of collapse; even if FTW’s PR department was powerful, they were a bit unable to hold back the tide.
Until the professional players started forwarding Weibo posts.
First came the retired veterans, and then the popular newcomers, and then the new generation of immature future stars.
Everyone forwarded the same content. It was a simple but direct sentence––
Waiting for your light arcs to fill up the sky.
In the face of doubt, chaos, and the anti-fans who were fishing in troubled waters, strength was the strongest umbrella.
We’ll wait for your return.
Wait for you to light up the canyon with nine light arcs.
A man who could casually brush out nine light arcs, a man who was still at the peak of the competitive arena, a man who’d just crushed his opponents in a 1v3 in the canyon.
How could you say he was weak?
What gave you the right to suspect him?
Why would you think that he wanted to retreat? Why would you vilify him and accuse him of wanting to give up the game!
How could such a powerful player, a player who was still indomitable when he was in poor physical condition, stop when he was so close to that ultimate glory?
Countless professional players stepped up and stabilized the fans’ hearts with their respect for Close that came from the bottom of their hearts.
Close wasn’t going to retire.
Close wasn’t running away.
Close was using a short departure to bring back even more brilliant and spectacular glory!
At this time, the Glory competition committee also released the team chat recordings from the opening game.
The editor of Glory’s Mic Explosion King was also a loyal fan of Close. He cried as he edited, and worked overtime to release the voice clips.
“I’ll use the shadow thief.”
“Use the shadow thief for the top lane?”
“Give it a try.”
“Is it that you don’t believe in yourself, or that you don’t believe in your captain.”
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The team chat voice clips came out, and countless people poured in to listen.
The fans came to find comfort, and the anti-fans came to see the excitement. Everyone was very curious; they wanted to know what the mentality of the team members who’d long known that Close would be leaving the team would be like.
Were they depressed?
Were they downcast?
Were they charged with energy and momentum, just wanting to win the game with all their strength?
Or were they dejected? Confused? Helpless?
And then––
“It’s okay, this section can be broadcast. I, Quiet, can sit right here and brush out nine light arcs with my eyes closed, but I’ll never admit that I brushed them out with my eyes open.”
“So it turns out you don’t like me, I’m a jungler, so you actually don’t like me.”
“Captain, captain, give it to me!”
In the video, the shadow thief was helping the immortal thief beat up the blue buff monster.
“Captain, I want it…”
The immortal thief in the canyon was eating the shadow thief’s medicine pack.
“Captain, you don’t love me anymore, you only have Moon-moon in your eyes!”
Oh, this was when the immortal thief couldn’t get the kill for Moonlit.
The fans who had tears welled up in their eyes and had used up a few packages of tissues with their crying, “???”
The gossip watching passersby who’d pre-cut their melons and prepared their melon seeds, “???”
The anti-fans who’d loaded up their bullets, set up their cannons, arrayed themselves majestically and were ready to start flaming, “???”
What the hell was going on here!!!
Was FTW depressed and downcast?
All they could hear was them going crazy, acting reckless, and going wild!
Were the players dispirited, confused, and helpless?
All they could hear was ‘hahahahahahahahahahaha’!
Oh, they’d guessed one thing right––FTW did want to win this game.
But other than this point, they’d overthought everything else!
By the time RR’s voice chat was released, the fans’ tearful emotions had completely melted into smiles.
Money: “You want to screw Close?”
Moonlit: “Who doesn’t want to screw Close?”
As soon as these two sentences came out, the comments in Glory’s Mic Explosion King had already been taken over by ‘6666’, ‘hahahaha’, etc.
The atmosphere in FTW’s team chat was the best heart tonic.
Wei Xiao’s ability to drive the atmosphere spread through the entire internet, making many fans laugh and giving the crowd of anti-fans no way to continue.
If FTW was depressed, they would stomp on them further.
But FTW’s mentality was excellent, so they stopped.
It sounded ironic, but the reality was also that ironic.
It was the restless person whose ID was ‘Quiet’ who’d quietly brought the events of that night to a climax.
FTW.Quiet: @FTW.Close, we’ll be waiting for your return with first place in our group.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves. The fans who’d quieted down slightly were instantly stirred up again.
“Is Quiet serious?!”
“Can our FTW take first place in their group in the regular season?!”
“Are they so confident even without Close?”
Wei Xiao didn’t reply to any of them––
There was no use in saying anything, they just had to do it. He was a pragmatic person.
The captain had already made up his mind to go abroad and treat his shoulder. How could he not perform well?
Getting number one in the regular season would be the best gift to welcome Close back with!
When they returned to the base, FTW didn’t arrange any organized training. Everyone played ranked games as they liked, or rested if they wanted to rest. Chen Feng didn’t manage them much.
Wei Xiao was now the most careful person, “Captain, it’s time to sleep!”
Lu Feng: “It’s not that serious.”
Wei Xiao himself got up first, “When you’re better, I definitely won’t let you go to sleep so early.”
Lu Feng looked at him, “Hm?”
Wei Xiao’s heart trembled.
The captain obviously hadn’t said anything, and his gaze was also calm and indifferent, but Wei Xiao could hear something else from this extremely subtle tone.
For example, when he was messing around last night and didn’t sleep, the tone the captain had used after he’d ‘coaxed’ him to sleep.
F*ck!