Chapter 696
The Blessing of Having Multiple Women
Ten minutes later.
On a bench outside the convenience store.
The world's number one top laner, who just won his seventh Summoner's Cup in a stadium with a capacity of 100,000 and whose value is immeasurable, is currently carrying the fast-sleeping Rita on his back and holding a bowl of steaming oden in his hand.
Yu Shuang, hope Ran, Luo Xin, and Xiao Yu, four goddesses who shone brightly in the LPL, squeezed around Su Mo without any regard for their image, each holding a steaming cup of fish cake soup and instant noodles.
"Ah~ It's so hot!" Xiaoyu took a bite of the lucky bag and gasped for breath because it was so hot.
Su Mo shook his head helplessly, put down the bowl in his hand, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him: "Eat slowly, no one is going to take it from you."
hope Ran picked up a piece of white radish soaked in soup, carefully blew on it, and then very naturally offered it to Su Mo's lips: "Brother Mo, try this, it tastes pretty good."
Su Mo ate the radish with her chopsticks and nodded: "It's not bad."
Yu Shuang leaned on Su Mo's shoulder, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, and sighed softly, "It's so beautiful. If only time could stand still at this moment."
No flashing lights, no fervent fans, no breathtaking battles on the field. Just a steaming bowl of oden, and the man beside me who will never give up.
"Time will not stop, but I will always be here." Su Mo's voice was calm and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
After having a late-night snack, the group strolled back to their hotel.
Instead of going to a luxurious presidential suite, Su Mo took them directly back to his ordinary single room. Although the room wasn't large, it was the safest haven for them as long as Su Mo was there.
Su Mo gently placed Rita on the large bed, took off her high heels, and covered her with a blanket.
Turning around, Yu Shuang had already wisely boiled another pot of water in the hotel kettle and poured it into Su Mo's black thermos.
"Go take a shower. You've been playing all day, get some rest," Yu Shuang gently urged.
When Su Mo finished showering and walked out of the bathroom wearing a simple black bathrobe, the scene in the room made him slightly taken aback.
Luo Xin and Xiao Yu had already taken off their coats and were wearing close-fitting knitwear. They were occupying the foot of the bed on either side, watching the replay of today's game on their phones.
hope Ran sat cross-legged on the carpet, her hands supporting her chin, seemingly lost in thought.
Yu Shuang sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the blanket around Rita, turned to look at Su Mo, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
"Aren't you going back to your rooms?" Su Mo asked, drying his still-dripping hair as he sat down on the single sofa next to the bed.
"No way!" Luo Xin raised her head confidently. "Today is the night of the championship victory, of course I have to stay with the FMVP and share in the joy!"
"Exactly!" Xiaoyu threw down her phone, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, ran over, and hugged Su Mo's neck from behind like a koala, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Brother Mo, we're not going anywhere tonight, we'll stay here with you."
hope Ran also stood up, walked to Su Mo, gently took the towel from his hand, and softly dried his hair. She bent down slightly, revealing a glimpse of her alluring white skin at her neckline, and her voice was so gentle it seemed to melt anyone's heart: "You're always the one taking care of us, tonight, it's our turn to keep you company."
Yu Shuang stood up, walked to Su Mo's side, and sat down on the armrest of the sofa very naturally. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Su Mo's arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
Five stunning beauties, each with their own unique charm and captivating countless hearts, now in this ordinary hotel room, have let go of all their reserve and defenses, revealing their tenderness and affection to Su Mo without reservation.
Su Mo did not refuse.
The early autumn morning light in Seoul shone through the half-open blackout curtains of the hotel, casting a golden beam of light onto the carpet.
Su Mo opened his eyes precisely at 8:30 in the morning. He has maintained an extremely regular schedule for many years, and even the jubilation after winning the championship last night did not disrupt his biological clock.
With a slight movement, he felt a gentle pressure on his left arm. Rita was fast asleep, clinging to his arm like an octopus, her delicate cheeks still flushed. At the foot of the bed, Xiaoyu and Luoxin lay sprawled out, their thin blankets long since kicked to the floor. Xiran, meanwhile, was curled up on the other side, her sleeping face serene.
Su Mo carefully withdrew her arm, covered them with the blankets, and then quietly rolled out of bed.
As soon as Su Mo stepped out of the bedroom and into the small living room, he saw that Yu Shuang was already dressed. She was wearing a soft beige knitted sweater and was standing in front of the bar, skillfully boiling water in the hotel kettle. When Su Mo came out, Yu Shuang smiled gently, her eyes full of virtue and tenderness.
"You're awake? Go wash up. I've already washed your thermos. I just brewed some fresh Ningxia goji berries and a few slices of American ginseng. You have a busy day, so you need to perk yourself up." Yu Shuang handed over her signature black thermos.
"You've worked hard." Su Mo took the thermos and naturally put his arm around Yu Shuang's slender waist, gently placing a good morning kiss on her forehead. Yu Shuang's cheeks flushed slightly, and she obediently leaned against his broad chest, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
At 10:00 AM, all EDG members gathered in the conference room on the second floor of the hotel.
The day after winning a championship is often busier than the day of the match.
Head coach Mingkai and manager Abu stood at the front, holding a densely packed schedule.
"Brothers, let's calm down. We've won the championship, now it's time for the official procedures." Mingkai clapped his hands, looking serious. "At 11 a.m. this morning, Riot's official photography team will come to take our championship photos and do a documentary interview for the World Championship. At 2 p.m. this afternoon, there will be a preliminary meeting to discuss the S13 championship skins."
Abu adjusted his glasses and added, "Tomorrow is the whole day for filming materials for our major sponsors, including car and peripheral brands. Everyone please cooperate. The day after tomorrow morning, you can have half a day of free time in Seoul to do some shopping. The day after tomorrow afternoon at 3 pm, our whole team will charter a plane back to Shanghai Pudong Airport!"
Upon hearing the words "returning home," Ah Chen and Xiao Yue rubbed their hands together excitedly: "That's great! We can finally go back and have an authentic hot pot. We've been eating kimchi and barbecue every day for the past few days, and our mouths are so bland!"
JackeyLove leaned closer to Su Mo, winking and asking, "Brother Mo, have you decided which championship skin you want? The most popular choices online right now are Camille and Evelynn. Especially your Teemo, the guys on the forums say if they made a Teemo championship skin with mushrooms shaped like your thermos, it would definitely sell like hotcakes!"
Su Mo unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of hot water, his tone flat: "Teemo is out of the question. Riot Games probably won't agree to turn mushrooms into thermoses. They'll most likely choose Camille, or leave a souvenir for Tryndamere."
For the next two days, the EDG players worked non-stop like spinning tops.
During a solo interview while filming the official documentary "Seeing is Believing," the South Korean director asked Su Mo, "As a seven-time champion, what do you think is the driving force that has kept you going all this way?"
Su Mo sat in front of the camera, wearing a simple black T-shirt, and answered in a very down-to-earth manner: "Do every job well and leave on time. Esports is a job, and I just try my best to do it to the best of my ability so that I have no regrets."
This extremely genuine and relaxed response earned the thumbs-up from the foreign directors, who were used to seeing all sorts of passionate declarations.
On the third night, the eve of our return home.
Having a few rare hours of free time, the team members all went out to buy duty-free goods. Su Mo, however, stayed alone in his hotel room, opening his laptop. He had promised his fans that he would go live on the platform to chat after winning the championship.
It was exactly 8 p.m.
Huya Live, the largest live streaming platform in China.
A live stream titled "Let's chat after work" quietly lit up.
Although there was no prior promotion, the moment the account with the "EDG.Mo" certification started broadcasting, the entire Huya server experienced a ten-second lag!
On the black screen, the comments instantly became so dense they were like snowflakes, making the text completely illegible:
[Holy crap?! Am I seeing things? A missing person has returned?!]
[Everyone stand up!!! Welcome the seven-time Grand Slam champion!!!]
[FMVP is streaming!! Go tell your buddies to watch God!!]
The scene flashed, and Su Mo's handsome face, untouched by any beauty filters, appeared on the screen. He was wearing a loose gray hoodie, still holding that familiar black thermos in his hand, with a Seoul hotel room in the background.
"Can you hear me?" Su Mo leaned closer to the microphone, tested the sound, his voice deep and magnetic, "If you can, type '1'."
Instantly, the screen was filled with "11111" and countless gift effects, completely flooding the live stream!
"Alright, stop sending gifts, you're blocking my view of the comments." Su Mo leaned back slightly in his chair, slowly unscrewed the lid of his cup and took a sip of water. "I'm just going to play for a little while, I'm going back to China tomorrow, let's see what everyone wants to ask."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gift effects in the live stream did not stop; instead, they exploded even more wildly.
Doinb gave away 10 Treasure Maps during his live stream!
The message also included a loudspeaker: "Brother Mo is invincible!!! I, Big B Monkey, am here to kowtow to you!! Watching Teemo and Tryndamere got my blood pumping! You have to treat me to a big meal when you get back!!"
Uzi gave away 20 Huya No. 1 tokens during his live stream!
Comment: "Brother, you're amazing! Seven consecutive championships, you're truly something else. Take a good rest and come back home for a reunion!"
Immediately afterwards, a series of familiar IDs began showering users with money. EDG's owner, Edward Zhu, directly threw out a hundred treasure maps, causing a continuous rain of gold coins to fill the screen.
Even Yu Shuang and Rita came over from the next room to join in the fun, using their own diapers.
[Commentator Rita] is giving away 5 [Chronospace Battleships]!
Comment: "Brother Mozi, you've worked hard~ Remember to do the big shopping spree in Seoul that you promised me!"
Looking at the gifts flying all over the screen and the terrifying popularity of nearly 20 million, Su Mo smiled helplessly: "I told you not to send gifts. You professional players and commentators have too much money to burn, you can donate it to Project Hope. And those students, keep the money you would have spent on gifts for yourselves and buy yourselves a chicken leg. I don't need the money."
This unique "discouragement-inducing" live stream only drove fans even more crazy.
Su Mo placed the thermos on the table and began answering questions from the live chat.
"Why did you pick Tryndamere in the first game?" Su Mo looked at the screen. "Because the enemy team picked a poke composition with Jayce and Caitlyn, and I couldn't get close to them with a regular fighter. Tryndamere has his ultimate, so I can just use Ghost to go in and get in a couple of hits to finish them off. It's simple and straightforward."
Listen to this! Is this even human language?!
["Simple and Brutal," Faker and Zeus would want to punch someone if they heard it!]
[T1: We were frantically kiting. Mozi: I rushed in and landed two critical hits, he's gone.]
"What champion skin should we choose?" Su Mo paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "We've tentatively decided on Camille. Actually, I also suggested Teemo. I even asked Riot if they could make Teemo's mushrooms look like thermos cups, so you could throw them and they'd explode into a pile of goji berries. But the designers thought it would disrupt the game balance, so they rejected it."
"Hahahahahaha!" The live stream room was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
[What the hell?! Goji berries exploded all over the place?! Designer, you have no heart!!]
If they actually release a Teemo with a thermos flask, I'll buy ten accounts and give them away!!
[Turns out Mozi not only messes with T1's mentality on the field, but also with the mentality of designers offline!]
The questions in the live chat were varied, ranging from tactical analysis to everyday gossip.
A comment popped up, its color quite striking: "Brother Mo, do you think you're now the undisputed GOAT (Greatest of All Time) in League of Legends?"
Upon seeing this question, Su Mo remained silent for two seconds.
He showed no arrogance, but spoke in a very calm and gentle tone:
"Honors are just labels of the past. I've just played this game for a long time and been lucky enough to have met a group of great teammates and coaches. Faker, Rookie, Uzi... they are all great players. I don't want to compete for GOAT. I'm just an ordinary working person who likes this game and wants to leave work on time."
“If I had to say there’s any difference…” Su Mo glanced at the camera, his eyes deep and clear, “it’s that I don’t want to stop. As long as I can still hold the mouse, the LPL’s top lane will never be absent.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the live stream chat was instantly flooded with a unified barrage of comments:
[Tears welling up!! This is the god of LPL!!]
You can always trust Su Mo's low profile and his absolute strength!
As long as he's there, the LPL will always have a backbone!
Just as the atmosphere of the live broadcast reached its climax, the door to Su Mo's room was suddenly pushed open.
Wearing loose-fitting cotton loungewear and with her hair still slightly damp, Xiran walked in unsuspectingly. She held a box of cut fruit in her hand, her voice soft and natural: "Brother Mo, I cut some cantaloupe and Shine Muscat grapes, you…"
She was only halfway through her sentence when hope Ran saw the live camera in front of Su Mo and the screen filled with rapidly scrolling comments. She froze on the spot. (End of Chapter)