157: Chapter 157 The Final Piece of the Esports Competition

Hearing these two words, Jiang Youyou was stunned for a moment.

"The Bird's Nest!"

It was the top-tier stadium in Great Xia, which had hosted the Olympic opening ceremony and could accommodate nearly one hundred thousand people.

You have to realize.

Of all the sporting events in the world, there are probably only a few that can draw one hundred thousand people to buy tickets and watch in person.

If the finals were truly set for the Bird's Nest, it could only mean that Qin Mo had considerable confidence in the league of legends esports tournament.

"If the finals are at the Bird's Nest."

"Then a ten-thousand-seat venue for the offline tournament doesn't seem so exaggerated anymore."

"Then you must save a seat for me when the time comes."

Jiang Youyou hugged Qin Mo's arm and leaned closer to him. Since Qin Mo was so confident, she felt relieved; she would support whatever Qin Mo did.

"Even if Langchao Group goes bankrupt in the end, you still have me, a little rich girl, to keep you."

"No matter what happens, I will always be behind you."

Warm light shone down on the two of them. Jiang Youyou looked up slightly at Qin Mo and bit her lip. The atmosphere suddenly seemed to become romantic. Although they had known each other for a long time and she always held his arm whenever they went out.

In reality, they hadn't crossed that line yet.

Just as Qin Mo opened his mouth and was about to say something.

"That goes without saying. Boss will definitely save you a seat, so don't worry."

"And it'll be the best seat in the front row for viewing, too."

The beautiful atmosphere was shattered in an instant.

Qin Mo turned his head and shot a look at Zhao Lei.

"Why aren't you staying at the company? Why must you follow me here?"

Zhao Lei sat in the back row, resting his arms on the back of the front seat, wearing an expression that showed he didn't feel like a third wheel at all.

"I just like to follow Boss wherever you go. Besides, there's nothing at Douyin that requires my personal attention lately. The events are all scheduled, and the operations team can run things on their own."

"I'm just bored, that's all."

Qin Mo was speechless. Before he could say anything, Jiang Youyou spoke up first.

"By the way, why don't you turn on the stage lights? I've been wanting to see what the stage looks like since I walked in, but it's all dark."

Qin Mo leaned back in his chair.

"There are still people who haven't arrived yet."

Jiang Youyou asked.

"Who else?"

Qin Mo didn't answer directly; instead, he turned to look at her.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Do you know what the league of legends esports tournament is still missing?"

Jiang Youyou thought about it.

She went through everything the tournament needed in her mind: the venue was ready, the client would stream it simultaneously, and the viewing events were in preparation. It seemed like nothing was missing.

"It doesn't seem like anything is missing, right?"

Qin Mo shook his head.

"There is still one final piece. Only after this piece is added will the league of legends esports tournament be complete."

Jiang Youyou frowned, still unable to figure it out.

"That piece is something all traditional sporting events have," Qin Mo reminded her.

Jiang Youyou was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up.

A puzzle piece that all traditional sporting events have... it must be that.

"Commentators!"

Qin Mo nodded.

"Currently, Riot Games has already trained a batch of entry-level commentators who can handle the regular matches for each region."

"But we also need some top-tier commentators—the kind of people who can fully ignite the atmosphere of the match. This group isn't easy to find, but I have a few candidates in mind."

In truth, Qin Mo didn't need to come personally. He mainly wanted to bring Jiang Youyou to see the league of legends tournament venue and also meet those people.

In his past life, he had known them quite well.

The very next second after he finished speaking, the stadium doors were pushed open from the outside.

Several figures walked in, their footsteps echoing in the vast, empty venue.

Two of them were chatting, and the person walking in front spoke with a hint of obvious excitement.

"I'm going to interview for football commentary in two days. They've already notified me. I've waited nearly a year for this opportunity. If I pass, I'll be able to be a regular for the top domestic football leagues."

The person next to him immediately replied.

"Then I wish you success."

The person in front immediately turned around.

"No, no, no. Who doesn't know how powerful you, 'Dean Guan,' are? Whoever you wish success to ends up crashing and burning. Please, don't wish me success."

The person called 'Dean Guan' laughed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"That's all just a rumor. How could it be that mysterious?"

"But seriously, who is it that wants to see us this time? When Douyin contacted us, they were being all mysterious, only saying that someone wanted to have a chat with us, without even saying who it specifically was."

The other person shook his head.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a small matter. To be able to call all of us here at the same time, it's probably one of Douyin's vice presidents."

There were several other people following behind them. Walking in front was Mi Le, who had spent many years as a host and commentator for sports events at a TV station before switching to online platforms.

Behind them were a man and a woman, both of whom had backgrounds in traditional sports commentary.

As for the people chatting earlier, they were Wang Duo and Guan Zeyuan; both had majored in broadcasting and hosting in college.

And in the midst of their conversation.

The two had slowly arrived at the front row of the stadium, where several figures were sitting.

The staff member who brought them in walked quickly to Qin Mo.

"Mr. Qin, everyone is here."

Several people stopped in their tracks at the same time, their expressions freezing for a moment.

Mr. Qin.

There is only one person in Langchao Group who can be called Mr. Qin!

Qin Mo stood up from his seat, turned around, and looked at these people who had just walked in.

He extended his hand, his tone calm.

"Hello, everyone."

Jiang Youyou and Zhao Lei, who was beside him, also greeted them and introduced themselves.

Looking at the three people in front of them, 'Dean Guan' and the others were stunned in place.

When they were contacted by Douyin earlier, the other party only said that someone from Langchao Group wanted to chat with them about something, but didn't say who.

They had been guessing privately, at most thinking it might be one of Douyin's vice presidents who wanted to meet them, since Douyin had been making big moves in sports copyrights recently.

But they never expected.

That the person standing in front of them would be Qin Mo himself!

The other party was the founder of Langchao Group, a name that no one in the younger generation of the Great Xia internet industry could overshadow, and he was standing right there, hand extended, waiting to shake theirs.

Zhao Lei, who was next to him, was also in charge of Douyin, and Jiang Youyou went without saying—one of the earliest users on Douyin and now one of the people with the most followers on the platform.

The group came back to their senses and hurried forward to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

'Dean Guan' shook Qin Mo's hand, his voice trembling. Mi Le was a bit calmer, having come from a professional TV station background and seen such situations before, but the surprise on his face was impossible to hide.

After a few pleasantries, 'Dean Guan' couldn't help but speak up.

"Mr. Qin, we aren't sure what you wanted to see us for. We spent the whole way here guessing but couldn't figure it out."

Qin Mo leaned against the back of the front seat, looking at them.

"You should know about the league of legends esports tournament, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"We've heard of it before. It was even trending this morning, saying that the third stage of the offline tournament is about to start."

"We've also played league of legends. Although we aren't at a particularly high rank, we have a good understanding of the game's basic mechanics and tournament rules," 'Dean Guan' replied.

Qin Mo asked again.

"Then do you know what the current league of legends tournament is missing?"

The group looked at each other, all deep in thought.

Several of them were hosts and commentators by trade and had experience with live TV sports broadcasting.

Mi Le had spent several years at a TV station and had commentated on hundreds of traditional sports events. Although 'Dean Guan' didn't have as much TV experience, he had commentated on many amateur leagues on online platforms, had a distinct style, and was very popular with the audience.

Mi Le was the first to react. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Commentators?"

Qin Mo nodded.

"I want you to become the first batch of star commentators for league of legends."

Just as he finished speaking, the stadium lighting technician pressed the switch.

The lights in the entire stage area lit up in an instant.

The circular lighting matrix on the stadium dome lit up layer by layer, spreading from the outermost ring all the way to the center of the stage.

Directly above the stage, two giant red and blue LED screens hung on the left and right sides respectively. The surfaces of the screens glowed with a faint light, waiting for a signal to be connected.

On the floor in the very center of the stage, ten high-spec computers were set up facing each other. Each computer case was printed with the unified golden Riot Games logo of league of legends.

What stunned everyone the most was the terrain layout around the stage—it was a scaled-down version of Summoners Rift, with the stone walls of the top lane, the river in the mid lane, and the bushes in the bottom lane.

Even the positions of the Baron Pit and the Dragon Pit were precisely marked out with different materials of flooring.

Behind the stage, giant statues of Galio and Yasuo stood facing each other. Galio's stone wings were fully spread, and Yasuo's long sword pointed diagonally into the air.

Mi Le stood in front of the stage, looking up at the two statues. The others went quiet as well.

They had seen many tournament venue layouts and quite a few stage designs for large-scale performances, but the scene before them was unlike any stage they had ever seen before.

With just one glance, everyone understood.

This stage was prepared for the tournament.

A video game tournament!