LOL: What does it mean to torture players?

The noise of the awards ceremony gradually subsided, but the atmosphere inside the venue remained lively.

The golden confetti rain continued to fall slowly, landing on the team members' hair and shoulders, as if gilding them with a sacred glow.

As is customary, the final segment is the champion interview.

Sjokz stepped back to the center of the stage, her face beaming with a radiant smile, her eyes filled with heartfelt admiration for the champion team.

"EDG! Champions!" She shouted the slogan in Chinese, instantly reigniting the enthusiasm of all LPL fans in the stadium.

"First, I'd like to interview EDG's captain, Meiko!" Sjokz handed the microphone to Meiko, whose eyes were still a little moist.

"Meiko, as a veteran who has fought for many years, after experiencing countless ups and downs, you have once again stood at the top of the world and lifted the Summoner's Cup again. At this moment, what do you want to say most?"

Meiko took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions. His voice was slightly choked, but incredibly firm: "There's so much I want to say... Thank you to every one of my teammates. It's because they believed in me that we've come this far. Thank you to the coaching staff, thank you to the club, thank you to all the fans who supported us. We did it! We didn't let everyone down! LPL is the number one region! EDG is the champion!"

These few simple words, however, carried immense weight and drew thunderous applause from the entire audience.

Sjokz smiled and nodded, then turned to the figure who had stood calmly to the side the whole time, as if the earth-shattering final had nothing to do with him.

“Mo,” Sjokz’s voice was full of curiosity, “First of all, congratulations on winning the FMVP of the World Championship again. I think the whole world wants to know, what made you decide to face off against Faker in the match point game? Your performance from mid lane to top lane was perfect, is there a secret behind that?”

This question expressed the thoughts of everyone.

Su Mo took the microphone and looked around. The thunderous cheers seemed unable to shake him in the slightest.

“There are no secrets.” His voice was clear and steady. “First of all, I trust my teammates. No matter what position I’m in, it’s all the same.”

Su Mo paused for a moment, then continued, "As for Faker, he is a legend respected by all professional players. It is a great honor to face him on the finals stage. Therefore, I would like to pay my highest respects to him in the way I am best at."

These words were perfectly worded, expressing both respect for the legend and demonstrating unparalleled self-confidence.

[Mozi's emotional intelligence is off the charts!]

[Translation: I just want to crush him in the mid lane once, that's all.]

[Faker: Thank you, I feel respected.]

Sjokz smiled and pressed on, "So, Mo, you've already won multiple S-series championships, achieving almost every honor a professional player can attain. What are your future goals?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mo remained silent for two seconds, a rare occurrence.

He looked up at the dazzling lights on the stadium's dome, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Goal?" he repeated softly, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "My goal has never changed since the moment I stepped onto the professional stage."

"That is, to win everything."

……

After the interview session, the EDG members bowed deeply to the audience once again. Then, guided by the staff, they walked off the stage and through the player tunnel, a tunnel that had been filled with uncertainty on their way there and glory on their way back.

Immediately following was an even grander post-match press conference.

Hundreds of reporters from major regions around the world had been waiting for a long time. When the entire EDG team entered the press conference hall, countless flashes lit up instantly, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The team members sat down in front of the stage, facing countless eager eyes and microphones raised high.

As soon as the press conference began, questions flooded in on the absolute protagonist of the evening—Su Mo.

A reporter from Europe asked the first question: "Hello Mo, I'm a reporter from LEC Media. First of all, congratulations on winning the championship. I would like to ask, in the second game, when you picked Yasuo for the top lane, was it for tactical reasons or were there other reasons? Did your coaching staff support your choice at the time?"

Su Mo picked up the microphone, his expression calm: "Both tactics and personal ideas are involved. Faker picked his most confident LeBlanc, and I think choosing a champion that also requires skill and confidence is the best response to him. As for the coaching staff..."

He glanced at Abu beside him, "They have always believed in me unconditionally."

Abu smiled and nodded without saying a word, but his pride was evident on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a Korean reporter asked in slightly broken Chinese: "Mo, the position swap in the third game shocked everyone. Do you think this was disrespectful to T1, especially to Faker?"

The question seemed rather pointed, and the atmosphere in the room tensed slightly.

Su Mo seemed oblivious to the trap in the conversation. He smiled faintly and said, "On the contrary. I believe that being able to perform at your best in different positions is the greatest respect you can show to your opponent. I just want to prove that no matter how the game version changes or who the opponent is, EDG is capable of meeting any challenge."

His answer left the South Korean reporter speechless, and he could only sit down dejectedly.

The press conference lasted for nearly an hour, with most of the questions revolving around Su Mo.

After answering the last question, the entire EDG team stood up, bowed to the media once again, and then left the press conference hall under the escort of their staff.

Their long and glorious day has finally come to an end.

Meanwhile, a completely different scene unfolded in a luxury hotel suite in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the pure and deep night sky of Iceland unfolds, with the dazzling aurora borealis dancing across the horizon like ribbons of color.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was even more intense than the aurora borealis outside the window.

"We won! We won!!!"

Rita was the first to jump up from the sofa. She no longer cared about being a lady and excitedly hugged Luo Xin beside her, jumping and dancing, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah... Xinxin, did you see that? He did it! He did it again!"

Luo Xin's eyes were also red. She hugged Rita tightly, but her gaze never left the man surrounded by his teammates on the TV screen.

Her heart was filled to overflowing with a feeling of pride and happiness.

Compared to the two who were so excited they lost their composure, Yu Shuang, sitting on the other side of the single sofa, was much calmer.

But her hands, gripping the sofa armrests tightly with knuckles turning white, and her slightly trembling body, also betrayed her inner turmoil.

As a professional LPL host, she has witnessed countless victories and defeats, but never before has she felt so proud as she does today.

On TV, a replay of Su Mo's "god-like" play—predicting Faker's flash in the final wave—was being shown.

“This man… he truly is a god,” Yu Shuang exclaimed sincerely.

“He’s not a god,” Luo Xin stared at the screen, retorting softly, “He’s our man.”

These words instantly silenced the room.

The three women exchanged a glance, and then all burst out laughing.

The previous awkwardness and competitive atmosphere vanished at this moment with this great victory.

Rita took out a bottle of champagne that she had prepared beforehand from the wine cabinet, popped it open with a "pop," and the golden liquid bubbled joyfully in the crystal glass.

She poured a glass for everyone, then raised her own.

"Sisters," Rita said, her face flushed with a captivating blush and her eyes sparkling with an unusual light, "cheers to our shared championship!"

"cheers!"

Luo Xin and Yu Shuang also raised their glasses.

Three crystal-clear wine glasses gently clinked in the air, producing a crisp sound, as if playing the most moving finale to this glorious victory.

...When the EDG bus slowly drove back to the hotel, it was already late at night local time.

However, the hotel entrance was still packed with LPL fans and international students who had rushed over after hearing the news.

They waved their national flag and EDG's team flag, shouting "EDG is awesome!" Their voices echoed in the cold Icelandic night sky, filled with burning passion.

As soon as the team members got off the bus, they were enveloped by the heat wave.

They were a little tired, but even more so, they were deeply moved. They kept waving to their fans to express their gratitude.

Back on the hotel's exclusive floor, the celebratory atmosphere befitting a champion was truly ignited.

"Icelandic lobster!!! I'm here!!!" Jiejie was the first to rush into the banquet hall that had been reserved in advance, letting out a groundhog-like howl.

Flandre and Viper followed closely behind, and even the usually composed Scout couldn't suppress a smile.

Abu and the factory manager stopped restraining them and simply stood aside with smiles, watching the team members, who had given their all for their dreams, unleash their full potential.

Su Mo did not join in their playful banter. He walked alone to the edge of the banquet hall's terrace, pushed open the door, and was greeted by a blast of cold, pure air.

He took out his phone, which was already flooded with messages—from friends, family, club management, and more…

He patiently replied to each one.

At that moment, a new WeChat message popped up; it was from a small group of three people.

【Rita】: "@Mo the Great Hero, when are you coming back? We've prepared a celebration party for you~ (evil grin.jpg)"

[Luo Xin]: "Waiting for you."

[Yu Shuang]: "Take care of yourself, don't drink too much. We're all here for you."

Looking at these three messages, which were all different in style but full of concern, a gentle ripple stirred in Su Mo's usually calm heart.

He looked up at the ever-changing, dazzling aurora in the night sky, and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

He typed back:

"Wash yourself clean and wait for me."

The champion's celebration continued late into the night, the air thick with the mingled scents of alcohol and victory. Jiejie, her face flushed from drinking, clung to Flandre's neck, loudly singing off-key songs.

Su Mo only took a few sips of champagne before making an excuse to quietly slip away from the noisy crowd.

He wasn't unhappy; he just had more important places to go and more ways to celebrate.

The rest of EDG understand this as well.

Returning to his presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, he didn't linger at all. He picked up his room key and coat and headed straight for the elevator.

The elevator descended smoothly and stopped at another floor.

Su Mo arrived at the door of a suite with practiced ease. Without knocking, he swiped the spare room card from his pocket.

With a soft "beep", the door opened.

Under the bright crystal chandelier in the living room, three stunningly beautiful figures turned to look at the sound.

They had clearly just taken a bath, wearing soft silk robes, their long hair damp and draped over their shoulders, carrying a misty, alluring fragrance.

Her beautiful face was free of makeup, exuding both the languidness of someone fresh from a bath and a natural elegance.

The air seemed to thicken the moment Su Mo stepped into the room.

"You... how did you just come in by yourself?" Rita was the first to react, a blush rising to her cheeks. She scolded him playfully, but her eyes betrayed her inner joy.

Luo Xin didn't speak, but just stared at him with her big, watery eyes, as if she wanted to etch his image into her soul.

Yu Shuang appeared more composed. She stood up, a mature and charming smile playing on her lips: "Our great hero is back? The victory celebration is over?"

"Not yet." Su Mo closed the door, casually draped her coat over the coat rack in the entryway, and walked in slowly, her gaze sweeping unabashedly over the three curvaceous figures. "However, it's too noisy over there. I'm hungry and want to eat something. To be precise, I want to eat something with you guys."

"We ordered room service, and it's all the freshest seafood in Iceland!" Rita eagerly pointed to the sumptuous dinner already prepared on the table. On the silver platters, chilled oysters, bright red lobsters, and succulent salmon... a dazzling array, gleaming with an enticing sheen.

Instead of going to the dining table, Su Mo sat down on the sofa and waved to them.

“No rush,” he said, his voice languid. “Come here and let me see my championship trophies.”

The three girls blushed, but obediently walked over and sat down around him with a hint of shyness and anticipation.

Su Mo didn't rush to enjoy the food, but instead chatted with them.

From the drafting and banning strategy in the finals to that brilliant, predictive move, he spoke of it all with a nonchalant air, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

The three women listened with rapt attention. As commentators and hosts, they understood the significance of the victory better than anyone else and could better appreciate the breathtaking dominance that the man displayed in that ultimate showdown.

The dinner took place in a wonderful atmosphere. It was less of a meal and more of a romantic feeding game.

Rita personally shucked a glistening oyster, dipped it in lemon juice, and offered it to Su Mo's lips with a seductive look.

Luo Xin carefully removed the last bit of tendon from the lobster meat and gently served it with a silver fork.

Yu Shuang poured Su Mo a glass of perfectly brewed white wine, and after he had eaten a few bites of seafood, she handed him a warm towel.

The meal was enjoyed to the fullest, and by the time the last oyster was finished, the temperature in the room had quietly risen considerably.

Su Mo wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Don't just feed me, you guys eat too. Come on, let me feed you."

Su Mo also picked up the mistakes and fed them one by one.

After the meal, he raised his glass and said, "Come on, three beautiful ladies, cheers!"

The three women quickly raised their glasses, and the four glasses gently touched in the air, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Alcohol acts as a catalyst, and the ambiguous atmosphere quickly ferments under the influence of alcohol.

They shed their reserve and boldly displayed their charm.

Rita's robe straps had come undone slightly, revealing her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones.

Luo Xin nestled close to Su Mo like a docile kitten. Although Yu Shuang maintained a semblance of composure, the tears welling in her beautiful eyes betrayed the turmoil within her.

Su Mo sat in the center of the large sofa, fully enjoying the tenderness.

He sipped his wine, admiring the three beautiful scenes before him.

Finally, he put down his wine glass, reached out and pulled Luo Xin, who was standing beside him, into his arms amidst her gasp.

With his other hand, he precisely grasped Rita's slender wrist as she tried to steal his wine glass, and with a gentle pull, Rita lost her balance and fell into his other arm with a coquettish laugh.

Yu Shuang sat opposite, looking at this scene, her cheeks flushed so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Holding her wine glass, she was torn between drinking and not drinking; her heart pounded like a deer. (End of Chapter)