The Rebirth of the Internet Celebrity Godfather

November 3, 2018, the day of the League of Legends S8 finals.

Located in Munhak Stadium, Incheon, South Korea, the roof is shaped like sails and masts and is in harmony with the ridges of the earth. The structure is well-proportioned and dynamic.

The roof covers 98% of the stands.

In the stadium of more than 8,000 square meters, there is a huge stage and screen in the middle.

There are 1 floor above ground and 5 floors above ground, with nearly 150,000 seats, and it is overcrowded.

At this time, the IGvsFNC match screen was projected on the screen.

Cheng Yi held his breath and stared at the screen.

Of the 20 million in capital, he had invested 17 million in pieces in previous competitions. After deducting various commissions, the total return was about 150 million.

This was the last game, and Cheng Yi bet all the remaining three million.

And I bet on IG:FNC#3:0, the odds are as high as 20 times. If the bet is successful, it will be a huge sum of 60 million.

Cheng Yi and Principal Wang shouted the same four words at almost the same moment:

“Fuck, that’s awesome!!!”

With that said, she put on a mask and squeezed into the crowd.

Near him, Principal Wang also leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs and resting his chin on his palms, watching the game nervously.

Big shot?

Cheng Yi shook his head inwardly: It was really far off.

Cui Xueli was stunned for a moment, but instead of being angry, she felt an indescribable emotion toward Cheng Yi.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the scene in A Chinese Ghost Story where Wang Zuxian was running among the curtains.

"Um?"

"Is there a Penta kill?!"

Almost every painting is filled with:

She just said that, but she didn't say what was good about it.

IG is his team, and he cares about the result of this game more than anyone else.

If you look closely, you will feel a rotten feeling.

In the auditorium, the European audience looked disappointed, and the Bangzi audience also looked unhappy.

"Is there a pentakill?"

As for the Chinese audience, some unfurled the bright red five-star red flag, some looked up to the sky and roared, and some were so excited that they burst into tears.

"So - what do you think of my painting?" Even the tone of her voice changed.

Following, Cheng Yi suddenly laughed.

Colorful with oil paint.

She is so flexible and free that you can't tell whether she is walking, running, jumping or dancing.

Cui Xueli put two fingers on her mouth and asked.

"Let's go! Come with me!"

Also, was the person who brought you here the same person who hugged you into the car that night?

"Would you like to go smoke a cigarette?"

"But IG will end the game thirty minutes ago!"

"Migrant workers? Migrant workers are good!"

In addition to her various behaviors of letting herself go, she also stood on the edge of the cliff, asking for help in a chaotic state of mind, as if she didn't dare to let the bad guys know that she was asking for help, and started to send out some strange secret signals.

Cheng Yi didn't pay attention and continued:

“My name is Cheng Yi, my Instagram name is also Cheng Yi, chengyi, I follow your Instagram.

He didn't know why either.

Her eyes are Cheng Yi's signpost.

The sail-shaped Incheon Munhak Stadium is like a lonely boat on the sea, teetering on the edge of the roar of the audience.

However, he will not be seduced, and Cui Xueli is not seducing him.

Cui Xueli happily replied:

"Someone else brought me here!

Cheng Yi thought for a while and said, "Let's go. Do you know of a place to smoke?"

Laughing inexplicably.

After a while, Cui Xueli found a hidden corner. She bent over to breathe and laughed for a while, then she lit a cigarette for Cheng Yi and said:

"By the way, when I pulled you here just now, I suddenly thought of something, what is your identity?"

With a startled look, Cheng Yi quickly retracted his gaze and broke away from Cui Xueli's hand. This time he didn't drink too much.

Cheng Yi listened attentively, and the second game between IG and FNC began.

She smiled and said, "Then you have to follow me~"

"..."

When IG was still setting high ground, or even pushing down the high ground, a tsunami was already set off on the scene.

He bet several billion Korean won on the Maiguo team. It seemed that the Maiguo team had lost just now. He got very angry. He was so scary~ I ran out quickly.

Cui Xueli did not answer.

Although he already knew that IG would win, Cheng Yi was always worried about the negative impact of his butterfly effect.

"Hey, I see you again!" Cui Shirley exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't bully me. I don't know. Can ordinary people sit in your position? You are in the front row. Those who can sit there are rich or noble. Are you a big shot in China?"

In the game, IG has pushed to the high ground of FNC.

Before I ran out, I wondered if I would meet you, but I didn't expect that I would. We are so destined, right?"

It's okay to expose his identity, but for some reason, Cheng Yi just doesn't want to be exposed in front of her.

Cui Xueli suddenly laughed.

FNC is a European team, not a Chinese team!

Cui Xueli leaned down and took Cheng Yi's hand.

She changed the topic so quickly that there was no connection between the two sentences.

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then turned away awkwardly.

And he was Ning Caichen, who was seduced by the female ghost.

As the game progressed, Zhou Shuyi and the other two commentators became more and more excited and spoke faster and faster.

Cui Xueli's expression finally became unnatural, and her bright eyes suddenly narrowed. The light in the corner was not bright enough, and her face was half-dark.

In her previous life, after Cui Xueli passed away, due to her unreasonable death, the paintings she published on INS were interpreted by some netizens as her own experience and a cry for help.

"No, my father is a migrant worker."

"Quadra kill!!!"

She is beautiful now.

Cheng Yi blew out a puff of smoke and asked, "What is your identity?"

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped out the sparks, and asked:

"Are we barely friends now?"

He said: "Actually, I'm really just a student."

Crowds of people and small gaps seemed like they didn't exist to her.

"Hey, IG will never pentakill!"

Although this final has nothing to do with them, if they choose to win between the Chinese team and the European team, they would rather choose the European team.

Cheng Yi's eyes couldn't help but sink into her chest, which was filled with greasy snow and white flowers, making people dazzled.

Therefore, he urgently waited for the first game to give him reassurance.

"No, why are you here?"

The decay is also covered with a layer of beauty, making it appear beautiful and weird.

Cheng Yi: Grass!

"It's raining!"

Cheng Yi said: "I went to follow your Instagram and saw the paintings you drew on Instagram."

He took out a campus card from his arms and handed it to Cui Xueli to read.

"That's right!" She remembered something again and asked:

"How do you feel after knowing that I am a star? Have you ever gone to see my movie? But you can't watch "Real" because you are too young, haha~"

She turned around from time to time, smiled at Cheng Yi, and signaled Cheng Yi to follow him quickly.

Just like the overripe and rotten peach painted in the oil painting.

"We congratulate IG for winning the first game, congratulations!"

Cheng Yi was a little surprised when he saw Cui Xueli suddenly appeared:

Cui Xueli looked at the words on the campus card, then compared the profile picture on the campus card with Cheng Yi's appearance, and finally confirmed that Cheng Yi was telling the truth. She handed the campus card to Cheng Yi and said:

"I didn't expect that you are really a student, so you are the son of a big shot?"

Wearing a beautiful floral dress, she looked like a beautiful butterfly. The crowds of people were her flowers, and she walked through them, possessing the miraculous ability of not letting a leaf touch her body.

I seem to be broken. Can anyone help me? Please save me!

Who can come and save me!

Usually, I will also publish some works on Instagram. You can check back when you have time. Well, the competition has started, I will go back first."

After saying that, Cheng Yi walked away.

Cui Xueli looked at the cigarette butt that had been trampled out on the ground. On the edge of the cigarette butt, a spark was burning stubbornly against a piece of tobacco.

A gust of wind blew by, and the last spark was extinguished.

But I don’t know whether the wind saved the tobacco or the wind destroyed the sparks.