“Oh oh oh oh oh…”

"Awesome! Awesome!"

"It's too arrogant, Assi."

“…………”

When everyone heard Zhang Yu say this, they suddenly became irritated.

Fans who support LG naturally think they are very morale-raising, awesome, and dare to speak slutty.

But fans in other competition areas are not that happy. After winning the championship for a year, they start booking for next year's championship. It's too arrogant.

But there is no way, the winner is justice. If you lose, you can only wait for next year, at most you can make some strange sounds.

"It seems that our Ander players are really confident and have plenty of expectations for next year."

"So if that's the case, I'll ask the last question. Since the Ander player is so confident, what is the next goal for winning the championship?"

sjoke asked with a smile.

"Hmm? Isn't this very clear? Next I hope to go back to LPL to win an LPL championship. Our team hasn't won the LPL championship yet?"

Zhang Yu replied seriously with some confusion.

"Hmm? LPL champion?"

After all, he is the host of LCS and is not very familiar with the LPL competition system. He just took a look at the information and was not very impressed.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, the host thought clearly about the logical relationship.

"Well, then we congratulate LG team, once again congratulations to them on winning the S Championship, and also wish them to be able to lift the PL's championship trophy after returning to LPL, congratulations to them."

The host reacted and quickly finished reading his conclusion words.

"Haha, lpl champion, Yu team is really sexy, too sexy."

"Have you seen that female host so slutty that she was so slutty that she had nothing to say? Hurry up and run away, haha."

"It's fine if you say Team Yu is sexy. He is not the kind of laughing and sexy, but he looks serious. You are so sexy that you have nothing to say, haha ​​(?ω?)hiahiahia."

Finally here, the final process has almost been completed, and the rest is LG's group photo and other personal interviews.

As the winner, LG is always smiling, while as the loser, SKT has a heavy atmosphere.

Even Faker, who has always been a genius boy and looks serious, showed a confused expression on his face at this time.

"I'll go outside the lounge to relax, coach."

Faker said this to kkoma.

As his own treasure, kkoma naturally attaches great importance to it. Seeing that Faker was a little unhappy, he was afraid that he would leave a psychological shadow, so he quickly comforted him.

"Sang Hyuk, it's okay, I'll be fine next time I'll call back."

"Since you want to go out, let Yongming accompany you out for a walk. He knows English, but don't go too far, and don't leave the venue."

With the permission of the coach, Faker and the interpreter came out of the lounge to relax. The people in the aisle were walking around, and neither of them had any conversations, but just walked quietly.

"Where do you want to go, it's a little noisy inside. Should you find a quiet place, Sang Hyuk?"

Translator Park Yongming asked.

"I don't know either, just walk around the venue. It would be better if there is a quiet place."

Faker replied.

So the translator took the faker to a quiet place.

"Where is this?"

"This is the host's dressing room, which is far from the stadium. I'm interviewing now, so there should be no one."

"Just stay at the door for a while, and you won't go in, it's not good."

As he said that, Faker sat on the stool at the door and started to daze.

At this moment, something suddenly started to speak inside the door, as if there were two female voices.

"Oh, it's a pity, SKT didn't win the championship."

A crisp female voice said.

"Oh, indeed, it's a pity."

The female voice responded to it looked a little softer.

"Hey? How can I understand? Oh, it was originally in Korean."

"This sound seems a bit familiar. Is it Eun-jing?"

Hearing this voice, Faker's heart surged.

"How will she view us? Wouldn't she feel embarrassed?"

Faker didn't know why he thought so much. He was just a seventeen-year-old guy who didn't know anything.

"Oh, SKT has also worked hard. I hope they can work hard next time and keep the glory of our competition area."

This is Eun-jing's voice. After hearing this statement, Faker felt much happier.

"That's right, come on, SKT."

Hearing Enjing's comfort, another female voice felt much happier.

"But Ander is really handsome. I really like him. He is my idol. I'm so happy to interview him later. I'm so nervous."

This sound is very soft, and it is Enjing's voice at first.

"He is so handsome, I like him very much, he is so handsome, I like her very much..."

Faker's mind echoed this sentence and a few words.

These words rolled in his skull, jingling and rumbling.

“…………”

"Hey, Sang Hyuk, are you okay? Why are you stunned?"

The translator saw that Faker was in a wrong state and shook Faker's shoulder and said.

“…………”

"I'm fine, I want to go back now."

"Okay, then I'll take you back."

Seeing that Faker was in such a state, the translator quickly took him back to an empty lounge.

After returning, Faker sat in an e-sports chair, sitting blankly without saying a word.

"Sang Hyuk, you're sitting here, I'll get you some drinks."

“……………………”

"No need, Brother Yongming, go find a bottle in my backpack and help me get it over. I'm useful."

The translator found Faker's backpack, found a bottle with a pretty packaging, handed it to Faker, and asked.

"Is that? Sang Hyuk."

"Yes, it's this. Can you help me fill some mineral water?"

The translation is unclear, but I still did it and then handed it back to the faker.

"You go out, I want to be quiet."

Although the translator was a little worried, he still walked out, but did not dare to go far, so he just put his ear on the door and eavesdropped.

"Hmm? Where did you get the sound of tons of tons in this room?"

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

While Faker was in the room, Zhang Yu was interviewing Enjing.

However, Zhang Yu was a little impatient. It was not that Enjing, who hated the interview (of course he didn't like it either,) but that he was thinking about something else in his heart.

"Thank you ander for accepting our interview. Congratulations, goodbye."

Enjing smiled and said the conclusion, but Zhang Yu didn't look at it in person, just wanted to quickly return to the backstage lounge.

When he returned to the lounge, Zhang Yu immediately closed his eyes and looked like he was resting.

"Open the system."

"Congratulations to the host, completing the main task 'Champion Road' and avoiding the S World Championship."

“Task Reward:…………”’

……………………

At this time, Eun-jeong, who had finished the interview, was on the way back to the dressing room, and happened to meet the translator Park Yong-ming.

“hi!”

“hi!”

The three of them passed by and said hello without saying much.

"Just just now, and he seemed to be in a hurry to leave. I'm so sad, Jingyun."

"It's okay, maybe the player Ander has something urgent, you're thinking too much."

When the two women were talking about gossip, the translator didn't care and still put his ear on the door.

“Tons ton, tons ton, tons ton…”

The sound of tons of tons in the door remains.

"Huh? Why is the sound of tons of tons faster?"

"I just seemed to hear the sound of flesh tucking the knife in a trance, did I?"
Chapter completed!