Chapter 756: Next Stop, Finals

It wasn't that Liang Yan was unwilling to tell Fu Lan Duo; although Fu Lan Duo's big mouth was already infamous in the team, Liang Yan also did not doubt her character.

But this matter really can't be said.

How should I put it?

Actually, WE should have been a semifinalist in the S7 World Championships; they and RNG both made the semifinals, while EDG choked and didn't even reach the quarterfinals. But now, because I brought VG to rewrite history, WE might not even qualify for S7.

Should I say it like that?

Leaving aside whether Fu Lan Duo believes it, even if she did, could you rely on this guy to console yourself?

So Liang Yan could only keep all his frustration bottled up inside.

Of course, it's just a little frustration and a bit of discomfort; to say Liang Yan feels guilty toward WE is impossible.

Having won the match by his own ability, he owes nobody anything.

……

The next morning, VG members gathered with their big and small bags at the gate of the base, ready to board the vehicle to the airport.

"Last night in the middle of the night I saw you coming back from outside; what were you doing out so late?"

Tabe stood beside Liang Yan, afraid others would hear, lowered his voice, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously not having slept well.

Last night in the middle of the night Tabe got up to pee, saw two figures walking from outside into the base through the window; taking a closer look, they were actually the team's two long legs, which gave him a start, dispelling all sleepiness; he lay in bed the second half of the night tossing and turning, guessing, and didn't sleep until dawn.

If it weren't for having accidentally seen Liang Yan's WeChat chat with Miss Tang, Tabe would really suspect there was something going on between those two. After all, it was the wee hours, two guys hugging; anyone seeing that would inevitably wonder.

Liang Yan glanced at Tabe in surprise: "You saw that?"

Tabe blinked, started doing mental math, thinking 'No way, there can't really be anything between them…' and hesitantly nodded.

Liang Yan just smiled and said: "Nothing, I couldn't sleep at night, so I went out for a drink."

Although it was only a ten‑degree cocktail, since both of them usually don't drink at all and have no tolerance, one cup made them a bit dizzy, so they ended up leaning on each other to get back; in the dim light, to an observer it looked no different from them hugging.

Hearing Liang Yan's explanation left Tabe even more bewildered, even more shocked than if he'd heard they were close buddies—going out for drinks at midnight? Such a disciplined person?!

What the hell is happening!

Tabe stood there stunned.

At that moment, Xiao Duan's exclamation suddenly rang out: "Holy shit! Qiang Ge?"

Everyone turned to see Fu Lan Duo pulling a suitcase, yawning as she walked out of the base, with two very obvious dark circles around her eyes.

Fu Lan Duo came before everyone, set her suitcase down on the ground, and said to Wang Liangyi: "Comrade Xiao Wang, help me get the luggage up, damn it, I'm a bit weak."

After saying that she yawned again, lazily looking at Xiao Duan: "What the hell are you screaming for early in the morning, what's wrong with me?"

Xiao Duan didn't have time to criticize Fu Lan Duo's foul language, his face full of surprise as he pointed at her eyes: "Did you not look in the mirror when you got up? You look like a panda!"

……

Fu Lan Duo had of course looked in the mirror, but she didn't answer Xiao Duan, merely giving Liang Yan a resentful glance; seeing him looking completely unfazed made her even angrier.

But Fu Lan Duo didn't say anything publicly; instead she leaned against the nearby Ze Ze Tai, cooing: "Your Majesty~ I'm not feeling well today, could you carry me onto the vehicle? ~"

Ze Ze Tai's face flushed red, he hesitated, then slowly nodded: "Okay... okay."

Everyone: "???"

Your face is red as a teapot!

Tabe stood behind the crowd, eyes wide, watching Ze Ze Tai actually panting as he carried Fu Lan Duo onto the vehicle, feeling he had uncovered an astonishing truth.

……

Around noon, the plane landed in Beijing; they had a meal at the airport, then boarded the official shuttle sent to pick them up, arrived at the hotel and settled into their rooms, hadn't even caught their breath before being taken by the officials to film outdoor footage for the finals promotional video.

By the time they returned exhausted at night, it was already past eight.

Liang Yan lay limp on the hotel bed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Fu Lan Duo, who was sprawled face‑down on the other bed like a dead fish:

"The next door finals are probably over by now, right?"

"I... don't... know..."

Fu Lan Duo lay motionless like a corpse, a muffled sound coming from under her pillow.

Liang Yan had no choice but to pull out his phone, open the certain ya that holds the LCK broadcast license, take a look, and sure enough, the match had already ended.

LongZhu3 1: SKT

The score was as expected.

SKT, those old silver coins…… Liang Yan silently muttered to himself, seeing this score he lost interest in watching the replay, put down his phone, struggled to get up, grabbed a set of clean clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

SKT didn't play an all‑out match, there's nothing worth seeing; whatever you notice is just the opponent deliberately exposing weaknesses, yielding no genuinely useful information.

After washing up, Liang Yan hastily blew dry his hair, flopped onto the bed, and within a minute let out a faint snore.

The others were probably in a similar state.

The beasts of burden who had sat on the plane for a few hours and been tossed around most of the day didn't even glance at the training room, each one sleeping like the dead.

……

Two more days passed.

That noon, Liang Yan had finished eating in the hotel's first‑floor cafeteria and was about to go upstairs when a delivery guy in local courier uniform came in holding a small cardboard box; while waiting for the elevator, Liang Yan overheard him talking to the front desk and faintly caught his own name, curious he went over and asked, and indeed the guy was looking for him.

Holding the small box, Liang Yan went back to his upstairs room, sat at the table, placed the box before him, hesitated for a long time, wondering if it could be some hateful fan from another team sending him random junk, since he hadn't bought anything and his teammates would hardly sneak him a gift without a word……

But given Liang Yan's understanding of the LPL scene, even if LPL hated a player to the core, online they might hurl the harshest insults, offline at most they'd block the door and shout a few swear words, unlike LCK where they'd actually pull something real on a whim.

So who exactly sent this thing?

Holding great doubt and a hint of curiosity, Liang Yan carefully opened the packaging.

It turned out to be a mouse.

He picked up the mouse, and at the bottom of the box lay a postcard, which read:

【Happy Qixi Festival】

Liang Yan felt a sudden flutter rise from his heart; he immediately flipped the postcard to the front, looked at the girl in the photo, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously began to curl upward.