After the award ceremony was over, everyone left and went back.
But before leaving, many professional players from other teams came to Jiang Siming and asked for a photo.
Of course, it can’t be a Korean team, a Japanese team, a Thai team, or something like that. They are all powerful players in North America and compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao.
North American players are very generous. They are impressed by Jiang Siming's skills, so they really want to get to know Jiang Siming, and many of them have even become Jiang Siming's number one pick.
"Ming, you are really strong. My sister must like you very much. If I have a chance, I can introduce you to her."
Alo also became a member of Ming Chui's army, pulling Jiang Siming out of his desire to be the boss. Even his sister was used as a 'support tool' for him.
Jiang Siming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and joked: "Is your sister beautiful?"
"Of course, I'll show you her photo!"
Jiang Siming was just joking, but Alo was serious, taking out his phone and showing a photo of a girl.
Jiang Siming took a look and said, she is really beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a childlike face and big breasts.
"How's it going? She just called me and said she likes you very much and has become your die-hard fan." Alo said with admiration.
"She... shouldn't like celebrities," Jiang Siming said, covering his face.
"She doesn't like celebrities, she just likes to play games. She said that you have met her double standards of games and idols, and she will have to be her fan from now on." Alo wanted to push his sister into the fire pit step by step.
Jiang Siming was not able to hold on to his enthusiasm, so he could only say that he would talk about it later if he had a chance.
On the night of the championship, Jiang Siming and the others were not the only ones to be happy. The manager and coach of the 4am club were very happy and treated Jiang Siming to a feast at Michelin.
On the way back in the evening, Jiang Siming and Wei Shen walked on the streets of London to sober up.
Compared to wandering around yesterday, the four of us today were no longer under any pressure. They were relaxed and just waiting to return home with great honors.
So now the four of them are admiring the night view of London unscrupulously, and they feel comfortable looking at the London beauties from time to time.
"Here, try it." Jiang Siming leaned against the riverside guardrail and took out a box of cigars from his pocket.
This was the GBD cigar given by Golden Shard. Jiang Siming took it out for the first time and gave one to each of them.
"Here, this cigar looks so high-end, what brand is it?"
"I haven't smoked it, so I don't know."
"Damn! GBD cigars are more expensive than Cuban cigars, one costs several thousand dollars."
The four of them were sitting beside the Thames River in London, each holding a cigar.
Although I admit that this is a bit awkward, this cigar is indeed very exciting to smoke.
Fortunately, there is no rule against smoking in public places in London, otherwise the four of them would have been taken away by the police.
"This cigar is really nice to smoke. Where did Lao Jiang buy it? Give me a box and I'll buy it and smoke it." Wei Shen became interested in the thing.
Jiang Siming generously gave him the box of cigars that had been opened and had a lot left.
"You want to take it and smoke it. Anyway, I don't feel anything about it, so I might as well smoke my Liqun."
Being accustomed to Liqun's taste, Jiang Siming doesn't like other cigarette flavors very much.
It was also because I couldn’t afford to buy good cigarettes at work before. Liqun was cheap and tasted good, so it became Jiang Siming’s best ‘companion’ to get rid of stress and loneliness.
The next day, Wei Shen and the others went to London to buy some cosmetics and other items that their relatives and girlfriends wanted, and acted as a purchasing agent.
In the afternoon, I took a flight back to Shanghai.
After getting off the plane, the four of them found that there were many 4am fans at the airport waiting for them to return home.
As soon as they saw the members of 4am, these fans immediately greeted them excitedly.
"4am awesome! World champion!"
"Congratulations to 4am for winning the world championship!"
"Myojin, I love you~"
"Ming Shen Mighty, I am your biggest fan!"
"Well done Wei Shen!"
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The number of these fans is very large. There are 4am people waiting in both rows, almost comparable to first- and second-tier celebrities.
The game has developed to this day and has become a topic of love and concern for countless people.
When League of Legends S8IG won the championship, there were more scenes than this when returning to China, but the treatment in PUBG was not bad either.
These two most popular games in the world today have countless players, and some of them love both games.
These two games are completely different genres, so there is no conflict if you love both.
Faced with this kind of star treatment, Wei Shen can be a little calmer, while Zuo Zuo and Duoyu are already in high spirits.
Jiang Siming was calmer than them. Faced with such a scene, he said it was too childish.
In order to make money to pay rent, he wore fancy clothes like a clown and went to the university cafeteria to promote and advertise, practiced eloquence on the street, and knocked on doors to sell insurance.
Therefore, Jiang Siming has already developed an "iron skin". No matter what the big occasion is, he doesn't feel anything about him now, and it can't make him feel uncomfortable.
"Hello, thank you for meeting us here." Jiang Siming greeted everyone proactively without any stage fright.
Fans were very excited and wanted to take photos with Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming also graciously agreed, taking photos or signing autographs with fans one by one.
For a while, all the other fans gathered around, including Wei Shen and the others, but Jiang Siming had the most fans, more than the three of them combined.
When everyone was happy, several rude shouts sounded.
"Get out of the way, stay out of the way!"
When Jiang Siming heard the news, he saw that several bodyguards in black were driving away the 4am fans, forcing them away without any care in their movements. Some thin fans were pushed by them and almost fell down.
Jiang Siming paused signing autographs, immediately walked out of the fan group, stood in front of them, and said coldly: "This is the terminal, and you can't see the wide road next to it, do you have to squeeze in the people here?
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"None of your business! If I tell you to get out, get out!" A bodyguard responded rudely.
"Open your mouth and shut up, I, I, didn't your mother teach you manners and tutoring?"
"I think you deserve a beating!" Several bodyguards immediately gathered around and wanted to attack Jiang Siming.
"What are you doing? Don't be so impulsive. There are so many people watching. The impact is not good. I just feel sorry for my few fans. It's understandable. Not everyone has a lot of fans like me."
A man came up behind the bodyguard, wearing a mask, a hat and a windbreaker to cover himself tightly. From the sound of his voice, this man must be young.
However, these words are full of thorns, and they are clearly mocking Jiang Siming for his low reputation and his love for fame.
"Lao Jiang, who is this? Shabi!" Wei Shen and the others immediately gathered around and shouted with a hot temper.
The man ignored him, just looked at Jiang Siming, smiled strangely, and said, "I've heard of you. You seem to be quite popular recently. You're a small anchor, right?"
"However, as someone who has been there, I still have to advise you. Young people should not get carried away just because they are a little famous. In the end, they are just a small anchor. Why bother with such a big show?"
The tone of his words was contemptuous, and he wore tinted glasses. He did not take Jiang Siming seriously at all. (To be continued)