[2] GLORY

Chapter 298

Taking off the headset, Wei Xiao rushed towards Lu Feng.

All reason, self-control, and restraint are all gone.

They won, they did it, they are the global champions!

Lu Feng hugged him, stuck it in his ear and said two words: "Don't worry."

The confused Wei Xiao didn't react, he really didn't hear what the captain said.

Lu Feng continued: "Don't worry, trust me, nothing will happen."

Wei Xiao understood.

He can always hear Lu Feng's heart.

"Ok."

He nodded vigorously, but refused to let go.

Fortunately, the three little ones who were emotional at this time also rushed over, and the five people hugged each other, crying loudly.

The lens came to focus, and close-ups were given to their faces one by one, and the chaotic appearance estimated that several people wanted to spend money to violently beat up the camera.

Pat, pat, snot and tears are good!

The players have lost their attitude, and the audience is not much better.

The screams could finally be conveyed to them. The sound of the scene shook the sky, there were too many shouts and crying, and it was hard to tell what was being said.

No need to say anything.

The whole world knows that FTW is the championship!

The holographic projection dropped infinite light and rain, and the venue that had just been washed by ten arcs of light was once again dazzling.

This time it was not created by the players, but given to them by the audience.

Under the glory, wear glory.

They are the protagonists tonight!

The players of both sides shook hands and said goodbye, Y1 was a little trance but also convinced.

They tried their best in each of the last three games.

Although I lost, I have nothing to regret.

It is the only one to witness the ten arcs.

When Close shook hands with Yan Jiang, Yan Jiang whispered, "See you later."

The corner of Close's mouth bends: "See you later."

The past Team of Gods.

The current Team of Gods.

No matter teammates or opponents, they are best friends.

VIP seats in area A.

Seeing Wei Xiao holding a trophy and smiling as bright as the sun, Li Su couldn't cry.

Wei Quan clenched the handle of the chair firmly, trembling lightly, his voice choked with urgency: "I... can I..."

He said lightly the last few words, but Li Su heard them.

Since Grandma Wei passed away, Wei Quan has locked all the painting tools in an old warehouse.

He gave up, he vowed never to touch those things again.

But now he wants to hold the paintbrush, touch the canvas, and use the simplest color to outline the scene before him.

Dazzling gold, eye-catching red, and gentle blue.

It is the sky that embraces the scorching sun, and the sun that softens the sky.

The most valuable painting in Wei Quan's life was created for his son.