From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Chapter 94: Have to Wait 2.5 Years??

Live from the League of Legends World Championship in Paris!

"The LPL has been completely wiped out!"

Si Cong watched as the last LPL team, EDG, was eliminated in the quarterfinals. He slumped back in his chair, expressionless, as if all the air had been let out of him.

Even Su Chen, sitting beside him, looked grim—not just because of the loss, but because of what the surrounding audience members were saying.

"Fuck, did I fly all the way from China just to watch you guys play like shit?"

"Is this the best the LPL can do? And they called themselves the strongest region this season? Looks like they’re just hometown heroes! Hahahaha!"

"People were saying the LPL was going to take the championship this season. And what happened? Not a single one of their teams made it into the top eight. The LCK is still the strongest!"

There were curses, taunts, and smug boasts...

The only thing missing was any trace of encouragement.

Many LPL fans, who had traveled thousands of miles from China to be there, looked utterly dejected. Listening to the scorn of the others, some wanted to argue back, but the thought of the final score made them hold their tongues. With long sighs, they began to pack their things and trickle out of the stadium.

Su Chen gently patted Si Cong’s shoulder. "Come on. We pretty much saw this coming a few days ago, didn’t we? Why are you still having such a hard time with it?"

"Heh..." Si Cong laughed bitterly. "People are stubborn. You never give up until you’ve hit a brick wall. Right up to the last second, you always hold out hope for a comeback. Isn’t that the beauty of competitive gaming? It’s a shame we let all the fans back home down this year."

"It’s good that you think that way. This might have been the LPL’s toughest year, but I’m sure the major clubs will learn from the humiliation and come back stronger."

’Su Chen could already imagine the firestorm this LPL result would ignite back home. After all, the teams carried the hopes and dreams of countless fans. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, as they say. I just hope the players can handle the online backlash when they get back.’

"Let’s go. We’ll be back to fight again next year!" Si Cong stood up. Watching the victorious team celebrating in the center of the arena, his expression shifted back to one of fierce determination.

The two of them put on masks and slowly left the stadium, blending in with the departing crowd.

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"Old Su, hurry up and bring out that fifty-year-old wine you brought back! I need something to soothe my wounded heart!" The moment Si Cong returned to the manor, he threw himself onto the sofa and looked at Su Chen with a pitiable expression.

Su Chen just smiled and shook his head at the sight, but he still had the butler bring out a bottle of wine along with some food prepared by Jiang Hui.

Ever since coming to Paris, all of Su Chen’s meals had been handled by Jiang Hui...

It couldn’t be helped; he found there really wasn’t much to his liking in Paris. It was always steak, foie gras, escargot, or something of the sort, which was enough to give Su Chen a headache just thinking about it.

In the end, Jiang Hui had to take on the role of head chef, with Chen Fei and Xiao Peng assisting him. Only then was Su Chen able to eat some food he considered normal.

The fifty-year-old bottle of wine had barely touched the table before Si Cong snatched it. He eagerly poured himself a large glass and began to savor it carefully.

"Ah, there’s nothing like a fine wine to chase away the blues!"

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