Chapter 703: When will you bring your talent back to Europe?

Wensen's words could resonate with everyone, because a scene like this—several top LPL teams gathered, chatting and laughing—probably won't happen again.

Who knows if there will be another Intercontinental Tournament?

Although the first Intercontinental Tournament still had decent online buzz and viewership looked OK, the problem isn't there. Even without such high heat, Riot would surely be willing to host it; the issue is whether these regions still want to, and if we break it down further, whether these teams still want to—that's hard to say.

This year's first edition saw high participation enthusiasm, but after this year's example, some teams found they were merely making up the numbers, and even whole regions were just making up the numbers—will they still play along next year?

After all, nobody likes to be beaten. Winning brings no honor to a team—just look at VG's performance this year; they could be called a mainstay that steadies the sea, right? Yet that actually brought VG no substantive benefit; but if they were crushed, like EDG, if they didn't win a match back in the finals, their situation after returning home would be easy to imagine.

Who would want to join a match where risk and reward are completely mismatched?

Riot wants to hold it, but if no team is willing to come, the tournament definitely can't be held.

Moreover, even if there is another Intercontinental Tournament next year, it won't be this same group of people.

Such a harmonious scene today won't happen again.

Besides, everyone realized that among the four teams here, LPL only has three slots for the S7 World Championship, meaning one of the four teams will definitely fall short.

VG will surely take one slot; what about the other three teams? To fight for the remaining two slots, they'll surely go all out.

Today we're like brothers, but when we meet again on the LPL stage, we'll have to become deadly enemies—naturally, that's poignant.

A faint sadness lingered in the bus as everyone returned to the hotel in silence.

When getting off the bus, Shi Senming suddenly broke away from the RNG team and walked over to VG's side—this newly promoted RNG support, whose looks have a bit of a 'little puppy' charm, clutching a phone, approached Liang Yan with a shy smile and nervous eyes, like a young boy about to confess to his dream lover, he gathered his courage:

"Um... Yan Ge, can I add your WeChat?"

Liang Yan was a little surprised, then smiled and said, "No problem."

He pulled out his phone and added Shi Senming on WeChat, then went upstairs and each returned to their room.

Shi Senming never expected it would be this easy to mutual follow his idol; he was so excited he couldn't sleep all night.

Actually, Liang Yan also didn't fall asleep until midnight.

To watch the Ou Mei Confrontation Tournament final.

This Intercontinental Tournament had many host venues, with different start times, and naturally the final times differed as well. The Europe Confrontation Tournament started one day earlier than the Asia Confrontation Tournament and ended one day later (ignoring time zones, it's actually the same day).

Moreover, the Europe Confrontation Tournament's format differs from Asia's. Simply put, on the final day of the Europe Confrontation Tournament, each of the two competing regions selects one representative team to play a best-of-five; whichever region's team wins, that region becomes the Confrontation Tournament champion.

North America's representative turned out to be the cult-like TSM.

And Europe, without a doubt, is G2.

And the result of this final was no surprise: G2 swept TSM 3-0.

Liang Yan had already expected this result, but still wanted to watch. Since constantly watching videos isn't ideal, he could only catch a glimpse of the person he wanted to see through the official broadcast.

After watching the Ou Mei Confrontation Tournament final, Liang Yan casually posted a congratulatory message on Weibo, then pulled up the covers and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Ou Mei Confrontation Tournament venue, after the awards ceremony, the G2 members checked their phones, saw Liang Yan's congratulations, and also posted a similar celebratory message on the team's official blog.

What Liang Yan didn't expect was that, in the middle of the night, a large number of European fans showed up in the comments section of his Weibo post to do some team-building.

The comments weren't just from Liang Yan's fans; his former teammates were there too.

Someone asked if he had recovered, someone praised his performance against SKT, someone said 'handsome guy, I miss you'…… and the comment with the most likes was:

【My king, when will you bring your talent back to Europe? Loyal Europe awaits your return.】

LPL fans were a bit uneasy.

But many people were also looking forward to it.

……

Germany, Berlin, G2 Ji Di.

The venue of the Ou Mei Confrontation Tournament was in Berlin, so after the final, G2 Zhong Ren returned to Ji Di, where they all stayed in the training room.

The atmosphere in the training room was a bit strange—completely lacking the usual post‑victory fervor, instead filled with an eerie quiet.

Everyone spoke little; even typing became unconscious and much lighter than usual, and from time to time they'd furtively pull out their phones to check.

Everyone understood each other without words.

Liang Yan often interacted with fans on Weibo and Twitter; a highly liked comment might get a reply from him, a serious comment would get a serious reply, an abstract comment would get an equally abstract reply—anyway, he'd usually respond with one or two.

But this time, Liang Yan never responded.

He must be asleep……

Those following the matter consoled themselves like this.

By the next day, Asia was already high noon; due to the hashtag #Ten Thousand People Petition, Firrrrrre possibly returning to Europe? # trending on Twitter's hot list, people noticed this, climbed over the firewall, and gathered under Liang Yan's Weibo, and the Ou Mei netizens kept growing.

The likes on that 'petition' comment surged, breaking the hundred‑thousand mark overnight—utterly terrifying!

Yet Liang Yan still had no response.

He must be on the plane……

Those awaiting him found another reason to console themselves.

But Liang Yan still hadn't responded.

……

A large aircraft with a silver‑white fuselage painted with the five‑star red flag landed at Pudong Airport.

The four teams set out together, then returned victorious; fans of all four came to meet them at the airport—a scene that was truly spectacular.

After finally breaking free from the impromptu fan meet‑and‑greet, the four teams left the airport, each boarding their own Ji Di's shuttle, and went their separate ways.

Liang Yan boarded the bus emblazoned with the VG team logo, took a seat, smiled, and waved at the fans outside who had been following them all the way, then drew the curtains.

Leaning his head back, he exhaled, and only then did fatigue show on his face.

Beside him came the sound of someone sitting down.

Liang Yan knew without opening his eyes that it was Fu Lan Duo; he crossed his arms, turned his body, tilted his face toward the window, and prepared to rest a bit.

But a few seconds later, a voice sounded beside him—and it wasn't Fu Lan Duo.

"You're not going to respond?"

Lu Wenjun asked gently with his warm, mellow voice.