Chapter 910: Even more convenient than instant noodles (2)
“But don’t worry, Lin Jiage. I’ll try my best not to make a fool out of you so easily...”
As she typed, Shi Yao couldn’t help but hold onto her phone and giggle in delight.
..
As it was mailed from the same city, Shi Yao received the tickets to the PGI finals the next morning.
It was Christmas Eve that night, and Lin Jiage was so busy that he didn’t even send a message to Shi Yao.
The PGI Finals began at six o’clock in the evening. As it was Christmas on that day, the traffic in Beijing had already started to become extremely congested before four o’clock in the afternoon.
The journey from G University to the bird’s nest took roughly ten minutes, and Shi Yao had to walk for nearly an hour.
Just like the last time she was in Shenzhen, the line to enter the stadium was extremely long, and she had already reached the side of the road.
The ticket that team AE had sent her this time around was still a VIP seat. She easily entered the stadium through the VIP passageway where there weren’t many people.
Even though there were still so many people who hadn’t entered yet, the bird’s nest was already packed with people, and it was extremely noisy.
Shi Yao searched for a long time before she found her seat and sat down.
She was still in the first row, the kind of seat where she could see the competitors on the stage as soon as she raised her head.
There were still about twenty minutes before the start of the match. Shi Yao sat in her seat, holding her phone in the dormitory chat group. She chatted with Leng Nuan, he tiantian, and Jiang Yue for a while, then, she suddenly heard a girl behind her blurting out, “Legend has posted on Weibo. He said that today is his last match...”
There were quite a few fans of Legend in the crowd. Even though they didn’t know each other, there were still some who managed to chime in.
“Is this for real? is God l about to retire?”
“Previously, on the forum, I saw someone saying that God L was going to retire after his summer SDL match. However, for some reason, he decided to play in the PGI World Series. At that time, there was no official announcement, so it was probably just a rumor. But now, God L himself has spoken...”
“...”
After hearing the discussions around her, Shi Yao was taken aback for a moment before she clicked into Weibo.
Upon entering Legend’s main page, Shi Yao immediately saw the Weibo post that he had posted about fifteen minutes ago: “Thank You Ae, Thank you teammates, thank you all.
The PGI World League will be my final battlefield.
I want to say, I’m leaving
I want to say, I’m Coming.”
In just ten minutes, the number of comments on this Weibo Post had already exceeded 10,000.
Shi Yao clicked on it and took a look at the trending comments. There were some who were reluctant to part, some who were sad, some who were wishing, and some who were remembering.
In truth, she had come to watch Legend’s match today with the intention of bidding farewell to her youthful infatuation with him. But now that she saw that he was really going to retire.., she couldn’t help but feel a little sorrowful as well. For a moment, the excitement and passion in her heart suddenly turned into disappointment and sorrow.
Shi Yao stared at Legend’s Weibo for a moment. She wanted to make a few comments, but a thousand words gathered in her mind. In the end, she only replied with a few words: “Goodbye, Young Dream.”
She had thought that her reply would be the same as before, like a stone sinking into the ocean, and no one would notice it. But who would have thought that not long after she successfully posted this comment, she would receive notifications on her Weibo.
She clicked in curiously and found that in just a few minutes, she had received over a hundred replies and over a thousand likes. She was shocked and looked carefully. Only then did she realize that it was Legend who had flipped through her card three minutes ago.
The content of Legend’s reply was very simple. There were only two words: “Goodbye.”.
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