Full-time master: I have a spirit behind me.

Won.

Ye Xiu smiled, seemingly without any other particular feeling.
With that guy by my side, victory seems like the only outcome, right?
He subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to find it empty, and then slapped his forehead in realization.

Because the feeling was so familiar, I wanted to habitually have one, but I forgot that this was no longer the internet cafe I used to be in.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Xiu smiled and shook his head. He pulled out the account card, One Autumn Leaf. This was probably the last time he would use this account card.

Go see that guy.

Ye Xiu smiled and walked out of the competition area. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Mu Cheng hugging the bewildered Li Wen, and Huang Shaotian chatting excitedly with Zhou Zekai, while she was also holding Zhang Xinjie, who was frowning.

"Sister Mu Cheng, I'm not..." Li Wen reminded her helplessly, glancing at Su Muqiu beside him who was whistling while looking at the ceiling.

"Huh? Brother... where is that guy?" Su Mucheng let go of Li Wen and looked around.

“Um…” Li Wen’s eyes wandered.

"You little rascal, Wen, you've been keeping it from your sister all this time, haven't you?" Su Mucheng glared at Wen and pinched his cheeks hard.

Li Wen felt a little guilty as he let Su Mucheng fiddle with him.

"Let's go first. We'll talk about the rest when we get back." Ye Xiu smiled, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice, "If anyone asks about what I said during the competition, just say it was a special code."

"Don't worry about it, Brother Muqiu said it's all taken care of." Li Wen smiled, rubbing his slightly sore cheek. Sister Mu Cheng was really angry.

Although this matter doesn't happen often, they still have a system in place, and Su Muqiu said that it has been dealt with.

"That's good." Ye Xiu smiled and patted Li Wen on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go and celebrate our glory..."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, it's time for the moment of glory! Tsk tsk tsk, who's going first? Ye Xiu, you go, you go, you go! This rare chance to shine is yours!" Huang Shaotian grumbled as he conceded.

Ye Xiu smiled and shook his head: "Go, Xiao Wen, walk in front. I am a thing of the past, and now, Glory belongs to you."

……

drop.

Li Wen and Su Muqiu were both taken aback.

The smiles gradually faded, and after walking a distance, the group turned back to look at the stunned Li Wen: "What's wrong, Xiao Wen?"

"Ah, no, it's nothing." A smile returned to Li Wen's face: "Let's go! Let's welcome our glory."

The moment they stepped out of the players' tunnel, Fang Rui and Zhang Jiale rushed up and lifted Li Wen up: "You actually made our captain walk?! How dare you! Come on, captain, we'll carry you!"

"That's right! Da Sun, you should hold him up from behind!" Zhang Jiale turned his head to remind him.

"Wait, Rui-ge! Jia-le-ge!" Li Wen shouted in embarrassment and annoyance. The other national team members did not stop him, but just smiled and watched the scene in front of them.

Let's go, let's walk onto that stage.

The defeated American team was already waiting there, watching the cheerful Chinese team with complicated expressions.

Dominic remained silent until he saw them approaching him: "You... are very strong."

"Hiss... why is it this sentence?" Fang Rui muttered, giving Dominic a somewhat resentful look.

"Remember to treat me to a meal when we get back!" Zhang Jiale said with a beaming smile.

Li Wen glanced helplessly at his two elder brothers; these two had probably made another bet using someone as bait in private...

"What did you guys bet on this time?" Sun Xiang asked curiously as he approached.

"Guess what Dominic will say when they meet? Fang Rui said he'll mimic your speech after losing to Han Wenqing at the All-Star game that year, that classic line, 'I lost today, and I accept it wholeheartedly, but next time might be different... Waaaaah!'"

"Shut up!" Sun Xiang, whose embarrassing past had been brought up, immediately tried to cover Zhang Jiale's mouth.

……

Ye Xiu turned to look at them with a hint of helplessness: "Sorry, they meant no harm."

“Hmm… that’s a good point.” Dominic nodded. “I can repeat it if you’d like.”

The members of the US national team looked at their captain as if they had seen a ghost.

Dominic, are you joking with someone?

"Uh, that's not necessary..." Ye Xiu chuckled dryly, "The future of Glory belongs to you."

"Are you interested in developing your career in the American Glory Professional League?" Dominic looked at Ye Xiu seriously, then looked at Li Wen, who seemed to be daydreaming for some reason: "Name your terms, including that... if he is also willing to come, I can even give up my captain position to him."

"Let's forget about this," Ye Xiu smiled. "See you next time."

Dominic paused for a moment, then nodded: "See you next time."

They only exchanged a few simple words; the stage for victory belongs to them, not to the losers.

Dominic and the others left the stage, handing it over completely to the Chinese national team.

The laughter gradually subsided, and as Pan Lin and Li Yibo regained their serious voices, amidst cheers and applause from the audience, everyone turned to look at the slowly rising trophy.

"Wow, it's huge..." Sun Xiang muttered.

"Next, shouldn't we lift him up?" Zhang Jiale looked around.

"Hmm, it looks like it's not something one person can lift." Xiao Shiqin looked at the trophy, his eyes filled with hope.

"The trophy of glory is never something one person can lift alone," Ye Xiu said with a smile, patting the others on the shoulder and glancing at each of them. "Let's go, let's lift it together."

The platform rose completely, and the trophy gleamed under the spotlight.

Ye Xiu gave Li Wen a push, and Li Wen smiled and was the first to reach out and grasp the trophy.

Each person's name is engraved on the large trophy.

The champion team of the first World Glory Invitational Tournament: Team Huaxia.

Team Leaders: Ye Xiu, Xiao Shiqin.

Member: Yu Wenzhou Class: Warlock ID: Soksar
Li Wen's profession: Mechanic/Gunner/Casual Player ID: Zhibai Shouhei/Qiu Musu/Jun Moxiao

Zhou Zekai's profession: Sharpshooter, ID: One Shot Through the Clouds

Huang Shaotian's profession: Swordsman, ID: Night Rain Sound
Wang Jiexi's profession: Magician; ID: Wang Buluoxing
Sun Xiang's profession: Battle Mage, ID: One Autumn Leaf

Zhang Jiale's profession: Ammunition Expert; ID: Great Dream Awakener
Sun Zheping's profession: Berserker, ID: Sleep Again in Summer

Su Mucheng's profession: Gunner, ID: Muyu Chengfeng
Chu Yunxiu's profession: Elemental Mage, ID: Jinluo Hongjiao
Zhang Xinjie's profession: Priest; ID: Shi Buzhuan

Fang Rui's profession: Thief/Qi Master ID: Heart Thief is a Disaster/Full Ship of Stars
Tang Hao's profession: Rogue ID Tang San Da

Li Wen's hand touched the trophy, and then, many other hands followed, grabbing the trophy.

"Damn, why is my name so far down the list?"

"Could you please not say something so jarring at a time like this?"

"Do you know that the rankings are not in any particular order?"

"Why are you all doing this in the front? Why don't you send a few people from the back too?"

Li Wen paused for a moment, then turned to look at everyone's smiling faces. A phantom hand followed, and Li Wen looked at Su Muqiu, whose face was full of smiles and who looked no different from usual, and laughed.

Raise the trophy and embrace the glory.

After a brief presentation, a group of hostesses came up, followed by... "Damn, it would be so much better to have pretty young ladies present the awards, why is it some old geezer..." Fang Rui muttered subconsciously.

The old man Feng Xianjun glared at Fang Rui with a dark face, hung the medal around his neck and said in a low voice, "Just wait, when we get back I'll make things difficult for you."

"What brings you here?" Yu Wenzhou asked with a smile, changing the subject.

"This old codger is just here to get some screen time, and then we'll discuss the merger of the Asian professional leagues and his appointment as the league chairman." Feng Xianjun chuckled, "You guys really make me proud!"

The others exchanged glances and then laughed.

very nice.

“Yes, and also, there’s a celebration party tonight, and they’ve invited people from other national teams. Those guys who sneaked over are here too, but there aren’t any reporters…” Feng Xianjun said.

Ye Xiu's eyes lit up: "You guys finally stopped with all the formalities, that's good..."

"Dream on! The press conference is tomorrow. Xiao Yu, Xiao Xiao, Mu Cheng, I'm giving you a task: keep an eye on that bastard Ye Xiu. Even if you have to tie him up, bring him to the event tomorrow." Feng Xianjun patted Xiao Shiqin on the shoulder.

"Make sure to complete the mission."

Feng Xianjun pinned the medals on each member of the national team one by one. The more she looked at Li Wen, the more she liked him. Knowing about Li Wen's family situation, she even considered asking if she could adopt him or something...

Never mind, this child can do it perfectly well on his own.

But why do you look so tired? Are you exhausted?

After giving them some careful instructions, he patted Li Wen on the shoulder and left the stage to them.

The host walked up with a smile, said a few official words, and then casually tried to hand the microphone to Huang Shaotian, who was already reaching out impatiently, but thankfully he pulled it back at the last moment.

This...this won't work...

As a member of the Chinese Professional League, the host knows best what kind of personality this Sword Saint has.

Then, for whom?

Sun Xiang, Tang Hao... Sun Zheping? These two seem a bit inappropriate, don't they? It wouldn't be good if they said something that would be detrimental to unity.

The four tacticians... well, I doubt they'd have anything insightful to say. Oh well.

Captain Wang glanced discreetly at the camera that was already pointed at him, and decided to let it go.

Zhou...uh, Fang...

Okay, next.

Yunxiu and Mucheng are a good match, but they're standing a bit too far apart...

Subconsciously, or perhaps naturally, she handed it over to Li Wen.

Li Wen paused, then looked at the others.

Everyone smiled and nodded at Li Wen.

Li Wen hesitated for a moment before taking the microphone, then thought for a second: "I... um..."

"Don't be nervous, just say what you want to say, Xiao Wen," Yu Wenzhou said in a low voice.

Li Wen let out a long breath and laughed: "Then, let's talk about gratitude... gratitude to myself for never thinking of giving up on the road to glory."

Thank you, thank you to my teammates, thank you for your support along the way...

Thank you to everyone who came from afar to support us. Even in the competition area, we could feel your burning passion.

Thank you to everyone who stayed in front of the screen and sent your encouragement and expectations…

The cheers and applause completely drowned out Li Wen's voice, causing him to hesitate once again.

Chu Xue smiled at the young man before her... or rather, the teenager? Her eyes were filled with hope: "Let's go..."

"Huh? Let's go? I heard the champion team will walk out of the gate later, and I heard there will be a lucky draw where you can get their autographed jerseys..." Chu Xiong was extremely unwilling.

"Then you can stay here," Chu Xue said calmly.

"Okay! Oh, right, give me your tickets, I'll use them for the raffle later..." Chu Xiong nodded happily. "Let's go, you guys hurry up and go, everyone's leaving now..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like someone can't make it to the victory celebration party." Lü Liang said with a grin, handing the tickets to Chu Xiong.

Ok? !

Chu Xiong was taken aback.

"The professional players have all received Feng Xianjun's notification..." Lin Jingyan said with a smile, handing over the tickets.

"Guess who wasn't invited?" Old Wei grinned, handing Chu Xiong his ticket.

Qiu Fei patted the bewildered Chu Xiong on the shoulder, Bai Shu shook his head, and the two of them gave their tickets to Chu Xiong.

Fang Shijing tugged at Chu Xiong: "You... what kind of autographed team jersey do you think we won't be able to get later? Apart from the female professional players who might find it inconvenient, there's a good chance you'll get the one they're wearing later..."

"Sis, sis! Wait for me! It's me, Da Sha 13!" Chu Xiong turned around and chased after her, crying. He threw the ticket stub in his hand on the spot, leaving only the ticket itself in his hand.

The surrounding audience looked at them with a blank expression, wondering where this group had come from...

Yeah, let's grab tickets!
Every extra photo brings a glimmer of hope!
Because the event was not over yet, very few people came out early, but there were quite a few people gathered in the square.

Applause and cheers echoed outside, and everyone wore smiles and joy.

"Mommy, the hero who saved me yesterday!" the little girl, whose speech wasn't too clear, shouted happily.

Chu Xiong glanced at her, and following her gaze, he saw Sun Xiang holding a microphone, blocking Huang Shaotian who was trying to snatch it.

The world really isn't that big.

After waiting a short while at the pre-arranged reception venue, the familiar professional players from the China Professional League began to enter.

Then there were some national team members from various countries who had already been eliminated.

Chu Xue waited quietly, looking out the door.

She ignored all the men who tried to chat her up until cheers broke out, at which point her eyes lit up.

only……

Chu Xue was slightly taken aback, then quickly went over and carefully looked her over before grabbing her younger sister: "Yunxiu, where's Xiao Wen?"

"Sister! Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen was just now..." Chu Yunxiu was stunned for a moment, and the others were also taken aback.

They remembered that they had just spoken to Xiao Wen, so how could she have disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng exchanged a glance. Just now, Xiao Wen had been right beside them...

Chu Xue stood there silently for a moment, then quickly walked towards the door.

"You guys play first, I'll go take a look too..." Ye Xiu frowned, turned around and followed.

“You want me to play with you after our brother is gone? You son of a bitch…” Zhang Jiale cursed, while Sun Zheping had already followed.

When the people on Yu Jin's side saw this, they all followed.

"Walk around..."

“We need someone here. They have enough people. If they need help, they will let us know.” Yu Wenzhou shook his head, though he was a little confused.

Boss Chu and Ye Xiu and Mu Cheng's reactions seemed a bit strange... (End of Chapter)