Chapter 123: I've already forgotten what you looked like sitting in the fountain four years ago.
Almost exactly as the translator finished repeating Jian Rong's words, the Korean audience members began expressing their dissatisfaction. Interspersed throughout were cheers from Chinese spectators who had come to specifically support TTC.
Luckily, there were only group stage matches today, so not many Chinese fans were there. Otherwise, with this attitude in the audience, it'd be hard to believe if a few fights didn't break out on the spot.
Jian Rong continued to stand up very straight. When the anchor was rendered speechless, Jian Rong even turned his head and raised an eyebrow at him, as if he was asking "no more questions?".
It wasn't just the audience who reacted strongly; the break rooms backstage were also quite lively.
In HT's break room.
After listening to the translation, Rish opened his mouth to let out a curse. Unfortunately, right as he started saying "ah fu—", their top laner shot him a cold look. Out of respect for his seniors, Rish subconsciously shut up, and several seconds passed before he retrospectively realized that there was a camera in front of them.
Although no one had ever explicitly outlined it, there was an unspoken hierarchy in most Korean teams. The veteran members considered newer members to be their juniors.
Rish was just promoted from the second team not too long ago, so he only had the guts to go wild in front of other people. In the team, as long as his seniors seemed the slightest bit unhappy, he didn't dare to utter a single word.
The top laner leaned back against the couch and curled his lip. "Ah, isn't the LPL being a bit impolite?"
"Well, birds of a feather flock together." The jungler remembered something and sneered. "The newcomer that we once eliminated from our team, didn't he join a small team in the LPL? I heard that after he joined the team, everyone in it began listening to his commands, even the management."
Rish said promptly, "Yes, that's right, . That's exactly what the LPL is like. They don't have a lot of their own pro players, or else why would they be coming to our league every year to scout people?"
There was a pop.
Master cracked open a can of coffee and stood up from the couch. Everyone else instantly went silent.
"Where are you going?" the coach called out to him.
"To look for someone, don't follow me." With that, Master strode away.
Meanwhile, in TTC's break room.
Xiao Bai's emotions kept rising and falling with each sentence Jian Rong spoke, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Badass.
"Damn.
"Fuck?!"
In the end, he couldn't resist jumping to his feet and exclaiming, "Is he allowed to say that?!"
Yuan Qian was also stunned by Jian Rong's speech. Briefly taken aback, he finally said, "Forget it... this is a routine procedure by now. I already prepared myself mentally before he even went on stage."
"I did too!" Xiao Bai said, "But isn't this going way too freaking overboard! We still have to play two BO1 matches against HT for the group stage. With this out there, if we lose one of the games we might as well directly pack up and go live in a crack in the ground!"
Pine said calmly, "Then we just have to win every match through the finals."
"?" Xiao Bai froze, and he peered down at him.
