When Lin Wan woke up in the morning, his mind was still a little sober.

I slept later than usual last night, but I don't have to go to work today, and I can stay in bed for a while.

Lin Wan buried her whole body in the quilt, and was just about to go back to sleep, when she suddenly remembered that there was someone else in the house, and immediately sat up from the bed.

I tiptoed into the living room, only to find that it was already empty.

On the coffee table in the living room, there was a dress and a note.

The note reads:

Thank you for your hospitality, the game was in a hurry at the end of the game, there was nothing but a team uniform.

I've signed my name on it, so if you don't think it's redundant, leave a souvenir.

Hopefully, we'll be able to meet again in the future.

Lin Wan picked up the neatly folded team uniform, looked at it carefully, and wrote two big characters clearly in the blank space of the clothes in the lower right corner, Lan Sheng.

Like the font he wrote on white paper, the pen was sharp, and it was completely different from his fear of thunder.

Lin Wan raised her eyebrows, originally wanted to throw the dress aside, but then after thinking about it, she took it back with her outstretched hand.

I found a bag and put it in.

The note was folded and stuffed inside.

Lin Wan stood in place and rubbed her head, turned around and got back into the bed.

Yu Sheng walked back to the training base because he really didn't have any money.

Because I went back early, it is estimated that my teammates have not woken up yet.

Yu Sheng returned to the dormitory alone, and his roommate Ah Ruo hadn't slept yet.

Red-eyed, sitting on the bed, not knowing what to think.

Seeing Yu Sheng come back, he didn't say anything, and went up directly to hug.

After a moment, he choked up, "Brother Sheng, we lost." ”

"I know."

"But we're in the final, and I even think we're so close to that trophy."

Ah Ruo is just a nineteen-year-old kid who has been in WT for two years and has been promoted from the youth team.

The first time they reached the finals, maybe they were a little nervous during the game, and there were some problems with their mentality, which caused them to lose some in terms of coordination and rhythm.

When BO5 competes with patience, the opponent's skills are superior.

Lost.

These two words are very heavy.

"It's over."

Even if they feel sorry for themselves, it's over.

It's useless to say all this.

If you think about it, it's not yours either.

"Brother Sheng, I'm not reconciled."

"Then stand up, you are still young, and you still have a long way to go."

"Rise from where you fall."

Yu Sheng raised his hand and gently patted Ah Ruo's shoulder.

After all, I am still a child, and it is the first time I have experienced such a thing, and it is inevitable that my mentality will fluctuate a little.

As the runner-up of the Three Realms, Yu Sheng has long been accustomed to it.

Even if it's sad, it's temporary.

When he turns around, he will become the mid-laner killing god Lan Sheng again.

The operation is still sharp, and the subordinates are merciless.

When he walks off the field, he will still turn into a sunny and beautiful boy, gentle and polite.

Yu Sheng is a popular professional player in the league circle, and he is very favored wherever he goes.

The walking little prince is not very old, only twenty.

But it has been on the stage of the finals three times, and his psychology and age are very mature.

On top of the competition, it still has no style.

If you fail this year, let's work together for next year's spring season.