Chapter 780

Ah? What does that mean?

Miller's sudden remark left Chang Mao stunned.

"Cough cough!" Guan Zeyuan could guess what Miller wanted to say, or rather knew what Miller was worried about, but these words weren't appropriate to say now, so he cleared his throat twice to interrupt and quickly changed the subject: "Jiao Shen has finally officially secured his own Grand Slam, though I already guessed how the comments would react……"

Guan Zeyuan imitated netizens' tone, speaking in a sarcastic way: "'What kind of Grand Slam is this, still missing the Demacia Cup?' Once Jiao Shen gets the Demacia Cup too, people will say he's still missing NEST; even if he gets NEST, it's not over—there's still All-Star, Intel Masters Cup, and even next year's Asian Games, not to mention the legendary League of Legends event slated for the 20-year Olympic Games—all sorts of things. In short, as long as there's any tournament Jiao Shen hasn't participated in and hasn't won its trophy, netizens won't consider it a true Grand Slam."

The comments started arguing:

【Who, who said that, step forward!】

【Any problem? A Grand Slam means exactly that—what's a Grand Slam without all the championships?】

【Exactly, a Grand Slam means winning all championships.】

【Already borrowing championships in advance? I'm just waiting to see the jokes in S7.】

【Turns out there really are this many jealous people.】

【I think after winning MSI, Jiao Shen already counts as a Grand Slam.】

The comments showed all kinds of people, yet what Guan Zeyuan said hit the mark—there really are plenty who think missing one tournament championship means it's not a Grand Slam.

"If that's the case, this championship will never end, huh." Shen Chao laughed, "But according to normal standards, Spring Season plus MSI plus League actually equals a Grand Slam—Jiao Shen has all of them, so I think this is the true Grand Slam."

"What about the other VG members?" Miller counted on his fingers, "Sheng Qiang Ge, Sima Laozei, the Marquis—no need to mention them… Xiao Duan, you're each just missing a Spring Season championship, right? If you can win S7, you'll all be Grand Slam winners too."

Chang Mao fell silent for two seconds: "Miller, after calculating like that… I suddenly feel Jiao Shen really has changed many people's fates."

"But have you forgotten someone?" Guan Zeyuan chuckled, "What about the newly joined Zi Tai? Who's going to make up for his missing Spring Season championship for me, Brother Zi Tai?"

"Uh… Zi Tai can't help it—after all, he only joined VG for the Summer Season; today is his first League championship in his pro career."

"So you just saw—Zi Tai standing in the back with that expression, after all those years of pro play, finally getting his first League championship—it's really not easy……"

Just then, the camera cut to the commentator's desk.

Wawa sat there, smiling all over: "Congrats VG, truly congrats. This team went from being formed in the Spring Season to now in under a year, grabbing everything they could. Especially today's final—3‑0, clean and swift! Though it was short, I really enjoyed it!"

Rita laughed so hard she couldn't keep her legs together: "And it was all on the red side—today VG has a point worth noting: in all three games they picked red side, they all released Kalista; EDG took two, then didn't pick the third, letting VG take it, yet they still lost."

PDD took over: "I know from ranked play that Kalista on red side is usually an auto‑ban; VG didn't ban it and even picked it all three games—there's a deep story behind this."

Wawa: "Hey, Wai Te Lao Shi, what's your take?"

55 Kai: "Hahaha, my take is just that Jiao Shen is awesome!"

The live audience immediately erupted in cheers, the burly guys responding enthusiastically, shouting 'Lu Lao Ye is awesome!'

The commentator desk was lively, but EDG's resting room had a different atmosphere.

A Bu stood at the entrance, expressionless, watching the teammates walk in one by one with their heads down.

Alright, everyone take a break.

After entering the lounge, A Bu didn't scold anyone, and his voice wasn't as fierce as imagined.

The teammates sat down sparsely, each with heads drooping and spirits low.

A Bu took a deep breath, walked a few steps to the middle of the room, and said: "Losing is losing; we admit we were outplayed, there's nothing more to say—I won't yell at you, just relax."

He paused, voice softening: "But remember this—we already have our tickets; today's match isn't our end……"

Scout lifted his head and glanced at A Bu.

"Losing to VG isn't shameful." A Bu continued, "Their roster is worth over thirty million—what's stopping them from winning two titles? Thinking this way will make you feel better. Our strength is indeed a tier below, but we can console ourselves; don't use it as an excuse to slack off. The World Championship starts in a month—we still have time."

A Bu walked over to Changzhang, sat beside him, and patted his shoulder: "You actually played pretty well today; earlier I got heated and said some things too harsh—don't take it to heart, okay?"

Changzhang lifted his drooping eyelids, glanced at him, and let out an "oh".

A Bu took a deep breath, stood up again, scanned the room, and raised his voice:

"The global finals are our true battlefield!"

"We didn't do well last year; this year we must work harder!"

"I don't want to lose face again, and I believe you all feel the same."

"So please pull yourselves together; the finals are over, we have no other distractions—starting now, I want everyone on this team to devote all our energy to preparing for the World Championship."

"Alright, pack up; let's go back and thoroughly review the match……"

The lounge fell silent for a moment, then Changzhang was the first to stand, silently sling his bag over his shoulder and walk out, with the others following one after another.

Nofe walked to the doorway, and A Bu called out from behind:

"Hey coach, wait a moment—let's have a quick chat."

Nofe turned back with a numb expression.

A Bu closed the lounge door, turned, and forced a smile as he said to Nofe:

"Have a seat. Don't be nervous—I just want to chat briefly; no translation needed—if you understand, listen; if not, it's fine."

"I asked you to stay mainly to apologize—I really overstepped today, making your BP difficult, right?"

"I didn't want to either—sigh, I got carried away; that's my fault."

He rambled on and on, yet not a single word of blame slipped out; although Nofe only understood less than half, he could still tell A Bu was genuinely trying to soothe himself.

But we're all adults—such tactics are really unnecessary.

Nofe finally nodded: "Rest assured, I will—good, lead, the team."

After all, his contract isn't over yet; Nofe will surely give his all to stand firm in his final post.

It's not just duty—it's also for himself.