[1] GLORY

Chapter 181

Chapter 181: This year’s Glory is ours!

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Lu Feng’s suite had three rooms and one living room.

Wei Xiao was in the master bedroom, the study was in the south, and the last room was the guest room.

After Lu Feng said goodnight to Wei Xiao, he didn’t return to the guest room and instead went straight to the study.

May nights were cool.

After the rain, there was a lingering sense of dampness in the room that stuck to the skin, making it hard to breathe easily.

Lu Feng pulled at the neckline of his shirt, tugging down the round collar of his t-shirt and revealing half of his pale collar bone. Unfortunately, it didn’t relieve the feeling of stuffiness at all.

There was a little countdown on the bright computer screen.

Every team had this kind of thing. It was similar to the countdown to the college entrance examination, but every second and every minute of this timer counted down to the end of the season.

A lonely end or honor and glory.

Expectations were hidden in these numbers and embedded in the heart.

Lu Feng shifted his gaze away. His fingers curled lightly, and he pulled open the unlocked drawer beside him, revealing a document that had been placed there neatly.

He leaned forward slightly, took out the document with the black cover, and held it in his hands.

The back of his pale hand contrasted with the black file.

There was a whisper of sound as the document flipped open.

Lu Feng dropped his gaze and looked at these words that he’d already memorized.

This was an agreement to a gamble that had been signed three years ago. It was signed by: Lu Feng, Qing Lei.

That year when Lu Feng went home, he’d had a showdown with Lu Mingze in the hopes that he could buy FTW and help him.

From childhood until 18 years old, Lu Feng had never begged anyone for anything, especially not his parents.

There was nothing to ask for.

What Lu Mingze wanted the most every day was to have another child who had nothing to do with Qing Lei. Unfortunately, it was futile no matter how hard he tried.

Qing Lei hated Lu Mingze, and she also disliked Lu Feng, who looked like Lu Mingze. For her own benefit, she’d even tossed young Lu Feng abroad for three or four years.

Lu Feng had already known very clearly that he had no home by the age of six or seven.

Having a mother and father didn’t mean one had a home.

The house Lu Feng lived in had nothing to do with the home that was written about in books.

Strangers who were related by blood. This was the definition Lu Feng had for them.

But at the age of 18, when faced with FTW splitting apart, they were the only ones Lu Feng could think of.

He had spoken to Lu Mingze about the e-sports industry, the huge profits that could be gained after investing as well as the prospects and future of the club.

Lu Mingze’s response to him had been a baseball bat.

He had hit him heavily on the shoulder, truly wanting to render his son’s arm useless.

Lu Feng’s forehead was coated in cold sweat, but he didn’t feel much pain.

His shoulder was numb, his heart was numb, and the last cluster of flames went out.