Peninsula Cicada Song Diary

Upon seeing the message, Pei Xiyan chose not to reply. His mother had commented on his father's personality:

"He has the kind of confidence that if you asked him to race against Bolt, he could say, 'Let Bolt go three seconds ahead.'"

Ignoring him, Pei Xiyan turned her head and said, "I told you IG has evolved."

"Indeed." After watching the first game, Li Mingzhe confirmed his thoughts. "The pace of the whole game was too suffocating. If the second game is like the first, it will really be a 3-0 game."

The second draft phase began quickly, and the flags representing the two teams were waved again. However, the FNC flag, which had been held high, was now tilted at a slightly different angle.

"He won't just collapse after the fight, will he?" Pei Xiyan wondered.

Similar to the first game, the second game was a one-sided and overwhelming victory for IG, a complete annihilation.

In the early game, IG's Gragas ganked and dominated all lanes, but in mid-game team fights, FNC crumbled at the slightest touch.

"Syndra flashes, pushes the ball and knocks up three people!" The commentators' shouts and the audience's cheers rose so high they practically lifted the dome of the Wenhe Gymnasium. "Irelia glides across the minion wave and secures a double kill!"

"IG is unstoppable! GG—"

As the blue crystal exploded, turning into dazzling fireworks, the time froze at 33 minutes. The kill score was very similar to the first game, 22/6.

Pei Xiyan saw that FNC's flag was indeed tilted a little more, like grass wilting in the ground after the rain.

"It really is a 3/0 situation." The situation was completely one-sided, and Li Mingzhe felt relieved.

"It's a pity it's autumn now." Pei Xiyan looked up. "It looks like it's getting dark soon."

"It's dark but there's still plenty of time. Nancy might still be working overtime when we finish," Li Mingzhe said with a smile.

"Let's meet up for dinner when we get back to Seoul," Pei Xiyan said. "He stood me up today, so he has to treat us."

"Agreed." Li Mingzhe raised an eyebrow, then suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No." Pei Xiyan shook her head. "Are you hungry now?"

"I don't have any either, but that person must be hungry." Li Mingzhe gestured with his chin to the side.

There was a boy over there wearing a green cotton coat stuffing a hot dog into his mouth with his mouth wide open. Wasn't he afraid of dislocating his jaw?

"He's definitely an IG fan, just like us," Pei Xiyan said confidently. "FNC fans would be too upset to eat right now."

As we chatted, the setting sun withdrew its last rays, and night fell along with the third round of the game.

In the early stages of the game, IG managed to wipe out two teams with their skillful play, and the scales of victory seemed to have tipped in their favor. They were practically on the verge of winning the Summoner's Cup. However, as FNC's jungler stole the Baron and secured several kills, the game suddenly returned to balance.

However, Pei Xiyan didn't hear any cries of pain nearby. The guys in front of him were even calmly saying that they could let FNC have a turn, otherwise the scene would be too ugly.

"Actually, we still have the advantage." Li Mingzhe calmly analyzed the situation. "The advantage we established earlier is too great. It doesn't matter if we give away another wave."

"Indeed." Pei Xiyan nodded. "FNC still can't win. They've already destroyed the high ground. Looking at this wave... it seems like it's going to be over."

As soon as the words were spoken, on the big screen, at the location of FNC's second bottom lane tower, IG was retreating after destroying the high ground. FNC wanted to chase and hold them in place, but unexpectedly, Rakan in IG's lineup suddenly turned around, activated his grand entrance, and walked in the opposite direction, entering the crowd in a flash. Galio then appeared and used his ultimate to reach the backline together with him.

Amidst the dazzling maneuvers, FNC's top and mid laners were all sent back to their fountain to recuperate.

"We should be able to finish this in one go!" Li Mingzhe clenched his fist.

"The remaining FNC members can't stop them," Pei Xiyan nodded.

IG didn't waste such a good opportunity. They led the minion wave and swaggered forward, destroying the inhibitor turret and sending the remaining FNC members who were fighting desperately into the fountain. Then, the crystal exploded.

The S8 champion has been decided.

Congratulations to IG! They've become the S8 champions! With an absolutely overwhelming advantage!

People around her stood up instantly and celebrated the victory with the IG team members who were excitedly embracing each other on the big screen. The huge cheers resounded throughout the venue. Pei Xiyan stood in the middle of the sound, but she didn't find it noisy.

The atmosphere at the scene was indeed very infectious. Pei Xiyan and Li Mingzhe were not usually easily excited, but that didn't stop them from getting excited as well.

"IG is awesome!"

"We are the champions!"

"Waaaaah, finally! This is LPL's first S-series championship!"

"Am I dreaming?! Pinch me!"

"We won the championship this year! I never even dreamed of this!"

"Stop talking, IG is awesome, that's all!"

"What does 'awesome' mean?" Li Mingzhe asked, puzzled, as he heard the most frequently occurring Chinese word coming out from the vicinity.

"It means 'great fortune'," Pei Xiyan explained with a smile.

"IG really had a great day today," Li Mingzhe said.

"After all, it's 3-0," Pei Xiyan said. "This is probably the fastest final match ever."

"Yes." Li Mingzhe pushed up his glasses, looking very calm, but his hands trembled slightly with excitement. "Although I also went 3/0 last year, the total playing time wasn't as fast as it is today."

"Wait...that person?" He suddenly pointed to the big screen.

Following the direction of his finger, Pei Xiyan was somewhat surprised to see a person on the screen hugging an IG player, who was the same person they had seen eating a hot dog during the break earlier.

Shortly after, the IG players, dressed in white, came to the front stage and raised the Summoner's Cup amidst a shower of golden rain.

Pei Xiyan didn't miss this moment. He took out his phone and snapped a picture, capturing the scene in time and sharing it with Pei Zhuxuan.

After thinking about it, I shared it with Sana Minatozaki.

The FMVP of the finals was awarded to IG's jungler NING. His performance throughout the game was crucial, helping IG establish a significant advantage in the early stages of all three games.

Deserved.

"Let's go."

After calming herself down a bit, Pei Xiyan put away her phone and looked around. "Once people start leaving, it will be difficult to get out."

The thought of crowds scrambling to get to the exit made him feel suffocated.

He doesn't like crowded places.

"Okay." Li Mingzhe checked the seat behind him. "Have you got everything?"

"Especially the team uniforms," ​​he emphasized.

"Absolutely." Pei Xiyan clutched the team uniform tightly in her hand. "This is the biggest gain of the day. If I had accidentally lost it, I wouldn't have been in a good mood for the next few days."

"So why didn't you get me one?"

The scene shifts to the old restaurant near Yonsei University, where Kim Nam-hee, who had just finished get off work, stared at the team uniforms in their hands, her eyes filled with a sour, lemon-like feeling.

"Who are you?" Pei Xiyan and Li Mingzhe asked in unison.

Jin Nanxi spread her hands, looking aggrieved. "It's not my fault I had to work overtime, is it?"

"I'm not blaming you." Pei Xiyan stopped teasing him and tossed the extra team uniform and menu to him.

"So, you should treat us."

"Great!" Kim Nancy looked at the white team jersey, noting that the signatures on it were brand new.

"I knew you hadn't forgotten me!"

"No matter how hard life gets, Dad will never forget his children," Pei Xiyan said calmly. "You should know this."