The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Scum like you should die early. It makes me want to puke just by looking at you."

Shi Jie's face flushed red with disgust and discussion. What did he mean by becoming a bug that everyone wanted to beat up?

He might as well die for such humiliation!

*

Xia Ling and Su Fuyun came out of their "closed-door training" and the matter was about to come to an end.

Wind and Cloud media was ordered to be rectified, and Shi Jie and Shi Hui En's punishment had also entered the stage of deliberation.

The children of the Welfare Institute were sent by the government to have their bodies examined. There were more than a hundred children, and more than twenty of them had already contracted leukemia because of the radiation from the equipment.

With such a terrible impact, the two brothers would not be able to escape death.

Hearing this news, Su Fuyun was stunned for a while.

Xia Ling: "Su Fuyun, do you want to go to the prison to see the director?"

"No." Su Fuyun shook his head.

From the beginning, he did not want to do anything to Director Shi. He just wanted to use director Shi to benefit the younger brothers and sisters of the Welfare Institute.

Now that the Welfare Institute had become like this, with the government, he could let go.

*

Five months later.

Lol World League.

Xia Ling led the players of team Ice Lemon and won the championship.

When the final victory was displayed on the screen of the New York Stadium, all the Chinese people in the stadium stood up in excitement.

It had been seven seasons since the LOL league had been held. In these seven seasons, the champions were dominated by the European and Korean teams. The best place for the Asian teams to advance was the third place.

The Champion! It was unprecedented!

And all of this victory came from the girl who stood in the middle, the fire elf-like girl.

Her hair was tied up into a bun, and one could see the calmness between her brows. However, her gaming style was completely different from her slender appearance.

That treacherous style and her graceful positioning made everyone who fought her feel despair.

PHOENIX!

PHOENIX!

This was her name, and it was also the best explanation for her.

Her tactics were impossible to study. As long as she had a slight advantage, the outcome of this match would be decided.

In the boiling stadium, the girl received the trophy on behalf of team ice lemon.

"PHOENIX! PHOENIX!"

The entire stadium was buzzing, and the screen was left for the girl who had created a miracle.

She was only 19 years old. This was not the peak of her competitive career, but it had already broken the peak record.

"Phoenix, I hope we can meet again next year in league X," Faker walked over and said to Xia Ling in his rusty Chinese.

He and his team were the champions of last season, but this time, they had met team Ice Lemon one after another and were beaten to third place.

"Sure." Looking at him, Xia Ling's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

In the past, in front of Faker, no one dared to claim that they were the strongest.

But now, she had reached the peak, and she wanted to pin the name of Phoenix into everyone's hearts.

*

On the stage, in the audience seats.

Xia Ling walked towards the man in the second row.

When she walked over, everyone was paying attention to her, but she still acted like it was her first time participating in the preliminaries.

Ignoring the publicity and the influence, she walked towards Su Fuyun in front of everyone.

Su Fuyun was wearing Phoenix's white t-shirt and fan suit, while Su Fuyun was wearing a black cap.

He had a calm temperament. He was twenty-eight years old and sat there. The feeling of vicissitudes of life mixed with estrangement attracted the girls' attention the most.

Ever since he was with Xia Ling, Su Fuyun, who was originally casual, had inadvertently become more and more outstanding.

Casually wearing a white t-shirt would make him look as outstanding as a male model. Casually standing on the streets overseas with his hands in his trouser pockets would attract many street photography experts to take photos of him.