Chapter 145: I Want to Win the Championship

The entire audience stood up.

Liang Yan gazed at the distant stands, an indescribable emotion surging in his heart, and he couldn't help raising his hand and waving a few times toward the stands.

Thus the cheers grew louder.

This sound seemed like it wouldn't stop for a while; the backstage director indicated the microphone volume had been turned to the max, and Quickshot smiled, facing the wave of sound and spoke:

"It seems there's no need for me to say more.

"Then let's skip the formalities—

"I announce! The winner of the '2016 EULCS Summer Finals Most Valuable Player' award is——Firrrrrre!!!

"Congratulations, Firrrrrre!

"Please welcome Mr. Tryndamere to present the award to the player!"

What?!

Liang Yan turned his head in surprise, seeing the award presenter walking onto the stage.

It really is Tryndamere!

His real name is MarcMerrill, one of the founders of Riot, and he is both the designer of the League of Legends hero "Barbarian King Tryndamere" and the real-life prototype for that hero. At Riot, employees call him Tryndamere because the nameplate on his office door at the Riot headquarters reads that name.

Liang Yan truly hadn't expected that a small Europe Region FMVP award ceremony could actually invite this person to present the award in person—no, it's quite possible he himself requested it.

Because of the Spider Bug incident.

If Liang Yan remembers correctly, among Riot's two founders, Tryndamere is mainly in charge of technology, while Ryze has gradually shifted toward company operations.

That is to say, the Spider Bug incident is the blame this person is carrying, and today he may have come precisely because of it.

For a moment, Liang Yan's mood became somewhat subtle.

Although the matter was neatly wrapped up thanks to Riot's nearly flawless PR, it not only caused no negative impact for Riot but even boosted its popularity, making the outcome a win-win for Liang Yan and Riot; yet, getting back to the essence, Liang Yan ultimately caused trouble for Riot—more precisely, this whole thing was originally Liang Yan deliberately picking a fight with Riot, only nobody expected Riot would handle it by just messing around.

Now Tryndamere appears at this award ceremony; naturally it's a reasonable continuation of the messing‑around incident, but it's probably also somewhat "ill‑intentioned."

Obviously more than just Liang Yan realized this; even Ka Lao Si and others may have long known that today's FMVP award presenter would be Tryndamere.

Everyone was waiting to see the spectacle.

However, unfortunately, they were disappointed—the award ceremony proceeded without any unexpected incident, and the FMVP trophy steadily ended up in Liang Yan's hands.

But at the end, when Tryndamere took a photo with Liang Yan, he whispered something into Liang Yan's ear.

The audience was dying of curiosity.

#What did Tryndamere say? #

A topic quickly shot up to the top of Twitter's hot list, with countless discussants.

Netizens were busy gossiping, to the point that even the FMVP interview wasn't interesting anymore.

The host finally asked:

"Regarding the upcoming S6 World Championship, how does player Firrrrrre view it, or what is his goal?"

"The plan is just to go pick up some goods, to get some stuff that G2's base doesn't have yet."

"What?!"

"There's only one championship—it's either I crush others or I get crushed by them; given that, I still prefer to crush them."

"???"

"I mean, I want to win the championship."

Liang Yan was just stating the facts; he didn't expect the audience reaction to be so huge that he almost used a sound‑wave weapon on the spot to tear down the Taolong Tiyuguan.

Afterward came the championship group interview.

Reporters repeatedly pressed Liang Yan to confirm whether that remark was bragging or a genuine goal, and his answer was unfailingly affirmative.

In this group interview there was a rule that each player could answer at most three questions; the earlier reporters used up all the chances, so later ones couldn't ask, leaving other reporters who wanted to ask different questions feeling indignant.

Some people still wouldn't give up; since they couldn't ask Liang Yan, they went to ask Ka Lao Si instead:

"I'd like to ask Coach Ka Luo Si whether Firrrrrre's statement represents the opinion of all G2 members."

"The goal of the S tournament is to win the championship and such; today was also the first time Liang Yan publicly said that, so Ka Lao Si was actually quite confused, but in front of outsiders he certainly couldn't speak the truth, so Ka Lao Si nodded firmly:

"\"Liang's opinion is G2's will. \""

"\"Good heavens, you mean you really want to win the World Championship and take that as your planning goal, then set your upcoming training standards and schedule accordingly? \""

"\"Yes. \""

"\"Oh my god, then I want to ask……\""

"But this reporter couldn't continue asking, because the rule allows only one follow‑up per question, so her second follow‑up was stopped by the on‑site staff."

When the group interview ended, it was already past 11 p. m.

Although it was already late, everyone's mood remained high.

The time ahead was truly their own to celebrate the victory.

Winning the championship had been expected all along, but just like marrying a beautiful wife—when she puts on her wedding dress you know something wonderful is about to happen, you wouldn't find it boring, would you? Of course not; even after turning off the lights and getting into bed, you'd still be incredibly excited.

Then would you get tired of it?

No, winning the championship can also become addictive.

So, at the victory banquet, nobody questioned why Liang Yan had to put on such a big show in front of everyone, which caused everyone a lot of pressure.

Before, everyone kept shouting that their goal was the S tournament, but nobody mentioned or dared to think about what the S tournament's goal actually was; now Liang Yan has pierced that layer of window paper, and thus G2's goal naturally became winning the S tournament.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone was drunk.

Lao Zhang slumped over the table, cradling his soup bowl and murmuring dreamily: "Ah, the trophy, my trophy, hehe, haha, my trophy, mua~"

AP's drunken appearance was completely unlike his usual clueless self; he ran off for a while, then came back holding a guitar he'd borrowed from someone, now looking like a literary youth, quietly strumming and singing to himself, utterly absorbed.

The two bottom‑lane players then put their heads together, gesturing rock‑paper‑scissors while muttering something that sounded like Chinese; Liang Yan curiously moved closer to listen carefully:

"\"Two... two orioles... sweet white vinegar, your turn. \""

A white egret went up... up... up...

Boil in soup! Ha... ha, you idiot! Come again...