Chapter 702

Wensen borrowed a big bus from the event organizers, taking the four teams' dozens of members out. It was already late; taking people out at this time, if anything happened, they'd have to take responsibility—Wensen's move was also a big risk, but he felt they should still have a proper celebration dinner, so this late-night meal came about.

Everyone gave face; except for a few who truly had special circumstances, the whole LPL team basically came.

Ordinary restaurant private rooms clearly couldn't hold that many people, and the upscale restaurants that could would need reservations; since Wensen's celebration dinner was arranged last minute, the only place that could handle this 'heaven‑sent fortune' was an open‑air night‑market stall.

The night‑market environment here is actually very similar to many cities in China's coastal regions.

A stove with a few pots, a red big canopy, underneath a few tables; three‑five friends gather, grilling skewers, stir‑frying noodles, all kinds of soup; when hot they take off their tops, disposable cups filled with ice‑cold beer, those who can't drink have a cup of authentic (so‑called) pearl milk tea, shouting and laughing, the smoky atmosphere is intense.

At the stall's entrance, when Wensen led dozens of people over, the boss who was gripping a spatula and sizzling‑frying noodles stiffened all over, his eyes widened, his gaze filled with terror, his mind already conjuring a scene from some movie:

Out‑of‑town gangsters are so impolite, they've crossed the line!

Fortunately the misunderstanding was quickly cleared. The stall Wensen deliberately chose didn't have many customers, but under the canopy there were still two or three tables occupied; one table of young people guessed they had just come from watching the match at the Kaohsiung Exhibition Hall and were out for a late‑night snack. They looked up, "Holy shit, idols have come to life!" They immediately exclaimed, rushing over for autographs and photos. The boss, who doesn't follow esports, also realized after feeling his hairy chest and jumping in shock: "Oh, it's just a bunch of gamers, not some gangsters."

Not enough tables inside, the boss shouted twice inside; Lin Daiyu, who could uproot a willow, walked out with tiger‑like strides, holding a large table in each hand, face full of menace, but upon approaching she broke into a squinting smile, cooing: "Oh my, so many handsome young lads, welcome welcome~"

This guy left everyone dumbfounded.

After that they began ordering; the menu was extensive, with basically everything you'd find at a domestic street stall, and even things not available domestically.

Liang Yan, trying to get rid of Lin Daiyu who had come over to fawn over him by recommending dishes, didn't have time to study the menu and just randomly ordered one; when the dish arrived, he found it was all staple food, and each portion was enough to fill one person……

Fortunately, others hadn't ordered much staple food, so he shared it out.

By Chinese seating standards, Liang Yan's table was the main table; it's no exaggeration to say everyone present was someone of note—Wensen, Gao Jun, A Bu, Homme, FireFox, Nofe… basically the team leaders, with only two players: Liang Yan, and Xiao Duan, whom he'd dragged along to keep him company.

Wensen exchanged a few words with Liang Yan; seeing he wasn't in the mood to talk, he didn't press further and chatted with the others. A Bu, who supposedly didn't drink before, was now flushed from alcohol and was the most excited at the table.

Also, Liang Yan, sipping pearl milk tea, dug into the big plate of skewers Wensen had ordered, thinking that today EDG had finally regained some face; otherwise, if they returned with the performance of the past two days, they might literally get pelted with rotten eggs as soon as they stepped off the plane—well, that's a bit exaggerated, but being schooled harshly by netizens is inevitable; even if LPL won the finals, if EDG dared to lose today they'd still have to endure a spit shower.

"Hey, Liang Yan." A Bu, seeming drunk, forgot past grudges, looked up and shouted at Liang Yan. Liang Yan looked up, and A Bu said: "I heard your team's training drills are mostly designed by you; when you get back, could you whip one up for us too?"

Liang Yan: "Er……"

He really was drunk; he'd even ask something like that.

"I don't know who you heard it from, but it's not me—I don't know anything about training." Liang Yan said with a laugh.

A Bu wanted to press further, but Gao Jun deflected him, waving his hand and saying: "Hey, rumors, pure rumors! Boss Ji, where did you hear this stuff? Xiao Liang is a main player; his own training keeps him busy—how could he have time to devise training drills?"

A Bu's attention was diverted, and he stopped bothering Liang Yan.

Xiao Duan sat beside him, speaking softly with a sly grin: "Hehe, wouldn't that be Qiang Ge's big mouth again?"

"Damn!"

A curse came from behind.

Fu Lan Duo seemed already full, holding a cup of pearl milk tea and swaying over to behind the two; hearing Xiao Duan's remark, she instantly became unhappy.

"You little scoundrel, Duan De Liang, talking behind my back, huh?!"

"No, no!"

"I heard it all!"

"Really not! I was just stating the facts…… Qiang Ge, you big‑mouth……"

"Exactly." Liang Yan joined in, scornful: "Your character's so bad you need others to blacken it? You can't even see your own hand in front of your face."

"What the hell……"

Fu Lan Duo muttered something, pulled over a stool, and smilingly said to the table: "Big shots, I'm already full—may I sit and chat a while without bothering you?"

Wensen quickly waved his hands: "What are you talking about? Sit, sit!"

FireFox laughed, looking over, and couldn't resist teasing: "What big shot? Even adding a dollar to your salary wouldn't match this guy's small change."

Liang Yan lowered his head, picking at the skewers, pretending not to hear.

"Small change? If I were to reveal my secret vault, wouldn't I scare you to death."

Fu Lan Duo, good at reading the room, picked up on A Bu's earlier topic: "Hey Boss Ji, I'm not saying this, but if you want to win you really have to play the big tree—it's your team's soul; without the big tree there's no soul at all!"

A Bu, drunk and a bit muddled, slurred: "Right! You, you said it wrong! Our EDG recruits, top laner, can play the big tree! Must be!"

Everyone laughed, and the air under the big tent was filled with a cheerful vibe.

The meal lasted until nearly twelve, then finally broke up.

Back on the bus, Wensen looked back at the crowded vehicle and, inexplicably a bit sentimental, said: "After we get back, we won't see scenes like this again; everyone will turn back into mortal enemies."

Everyone fell silent.

Yeah, looking back years from now, we'll probably all feel nostalgic.

Then Ma Ge suddenly interjected:

"No problem, we just need one S7 slot; we're not after anything else."

"In other words, if you're really panicking inside, VG could let you have a championship."