Chapter 805: Those who lack confidence cannot win the world championship

The cheers and shouts of the 20,000-strong crowd came in waves, booming, and the dragon-bone steel framework of the Wukesong Arena was trembling.

The security guards maintaining order in front of the stands were all frightened by this momentum, each with tense faces, pale complexions, and some with poorer psychological quality instinctively pressed their hands onto the batons at their waists.

Guan Zeyuan let out a breath, looking at the excited Surpass Team on the big screen, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations again to the Surpass Team led by our Zhou Dong; although this match was tough early on, it is precisely because of the twists and turns that this hard-won victory is all the more precious. Although this is just an entertainment match, I believe that for everyone present and the online viewers, as well as the players on stage, for all witnesses and participants of this match, what we see today will surely leave us with an unforgettable memory for a lifetime!"

Wang Ji's signature hehehe laugh echoed in the live broadcast room.

"This round, Jiao Shen is completely exhausted; objectively speaking, this match was actually won back solely by a few godlike plays from Jiao Shen."

Hearing his teammate praise his idol, Rita squinted with a smile: "Jiao Shen is indeed the ultimate MVP of this match, but Kun Ge's final play was also crucial..."

Guan Zeyuan slapped his thigh: "Ah! Talking about this, I'm not sleepy anymore! My brother Kun's performance in this round absolutely deserves the description 'eating grass and squeezing blood'! Earlier he fed the super ghost, then in the last wave he unleashed his ultimate, initiating a team fight and knocking three enemies into the air; this round we must give my brother Kun a major merit!"

"Indeed, if he hadn't initiated a good team fight at the end, this match would probably still be ongoing, and the suspense would continue; after all, although the Blue Side had taken the Elder Dragon and seemingly turned the tide completely, the Red Side's composition ultimately had a late-game advantage."

"That's right..."

The players from both sides walked out of the player benches, lined up at the center of the stage. Except for 55 Kai, whose expression was a bit stiff, the five on the left were all refreshed and smiling; the five on the right had more subtle expressions, each somewhat embarrassed to some degree.

Ya Qian Ge and Pi Ji Wan were fine; in their eyes this match wasn't particularly significant. If it weren't a big advantage being reversed but just an ordinary loss, they wouldn't have any emotional fluctuation at all—it would be no different from their usual loss in a ranked game.

But Changzhang, Uzi, and PDD were embarrassed.

Before the match started, everyone had complained that Cool Team's lineup was obviously stronger—three pros with a Diamond 2 plus a Water Platinum—while Surpass Team was a 2v3, and after entering the match they realized it was actually a 1v4, with 55 Kai being nothing but a deadweight.

And the result was that Surpass Team won!

What a slap in the face—smack, smack!

Host Zhu Zhen appeared on stage again: "Now it's the post-match interview segment; come, let's interview the dear Surpass Team representative, Zhou Dong!"

Zhu Zhen handed the microphone to Zhou Dong: "Zhou Dong, how does it feel to win the match?"

"Very happy." Zhou Dong nodded, eyes smiling, "Especially because we... uh, actually felt like we were going to lose earlier, but we ended up winning."

"Is it the thrill of a comeback?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"So does this result match the goal you set when you entered the competition?"

"It completely matches, even exceeding expectations a bit."

"Hahaha~ good, thanks for Zhou Dong's answer; then let's interview the Cool Team representative next."

Zhu Zhen laughed a few times, walked up to Ya Qian Ge, a bit playful: "Um~ asking you how you feel right now might be a bit much, so I'll change the question. Ya Qian Ge, is this result somewhat unexpected for you?"

Ya Qian Ge rubbed his nose: "It's fine, actually I never thought about whether we'd lose or win. But after ten minutes into the match we indeed felt we had it in the bag, and the enemy mid laner wasn't as strong as I imagined; maybe Coach Wai Te hasn't been playing League of Legends lately..."

The entire audience burst into applause.

55 Kai lowered his head embarrassedly.

"But..."

Ya Qian Ge shifted his tone, glancing left: "Jiao Shen is just too strong; being able to be turned around by him is also my honor, after all, not everyone gets the chance to share the stage with a World Championship FMVP; losing the match carries no regret, I'm happy."

"Vision!"

Zhu Zhen gave a thumbs up, not noticing any error in Ya Qian Ge's words, and handed the microphone over to PDD standing nearby: "Come on, PDD teacher!"

PDD's expression was subtle, he gave an embarrassed smile: "What should I say?"

"Whatever, talk about your feelings? Or chat about the game content? All fine."

"Uh... I... feel pretty embarrassed."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Zhu Zhen turned back and shouted at the stands, feigning scolding: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? They lost the match, they're feeling terrible!"

Then he pretended to be angry with a hum, walked back over, came to Liang Yan, instantly switched to a smiling face, and handed over the microphone.

Before Zhu Zhen could speak, Liang Yan interjected: "First, I need to correct something—just now Ya Qian Ge said I'm the World Championship FMVP, which is wrong; I really am not, at least not yet..."

"In my heart you are the FMVP!" Ya Qian Ge shouted from there, "I believe many people would think so; if you don't believe me, ask the audience here."

His voice was quite loud, and indeed many nearby spectators heard it, raising their voices to shout "I agree!"

Ya Qian Ge then cupped his fists in all directions, thanking the audience for their support.

"Look." Zhu Zhen looked at Liang Yan and smiled, "Justice lies in the hearts of the people, right?"

"Alright..." Liang Yan spread his hands.

"Let's talk about this match." Zhu Zhen offered the topic.

Liang Yan thought for a moment: "The opponent wasn't as strong as I imagined; I originally thought it would be harder to play."

The audience began to heckle.

Zhu Zhen stared, mouth agape, whether feigned or genuine he was shocked: "You mean you never thought this match could be lost?"

"Losing is impossible." Liang Yan laughed.

Zhu Zhen was genuinely shocked this time: "Why are you so confident?"

Liang Yan answered instantly: "Those who lack confidence cannot win the world championship."

Double kill!

The whole audience raised their cheers, wailing nonstop.

The two active star players on the right looked unnatural, so embarrassed they wanted to dig a hole and hide; Uzi's face, which had just cooled down, turned red again.

The show's effect was too explosive; Zhu Zhen got a little scared, quickly moved the microphone away, took two steps to Yu Shuang: "Beautiful lady, hello."

Yu Shuang giggled nonstop: "Hello, handsome guy."

"How do you feel today?"

"Happy! Thanks, brothers, for bringing me victory! So happy, hehehe~"

"Wait!" Zhu Zhen suddenly turned serious: "Your statement is wrong!"

Yu Shuang blinked: "What's wrong?"

Your team has five players, and most of them are actually younger than you, so calling them "big brother"—is that appropriate? Age is a really sensitive subject for professional athletes.

Well... then what should I call them?

Figure it out yourself.

Yu Shuang was thinking when a burly man in the stands suddenly shouted:

Call me husband!!!