Yang Shan went through the crowd of people, his heart pounding with excitement but worry at the same time. London was awaiting them, promising the mid-season tournament that had many good teams. Many new challenges were waiting for Zhu long.
"Shan! Hurry it up!" Yixing's voice cut through the sound of the crowd, his impatience evident as he gestured for Shan to pick up the pace.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Shan replied with a roll of his eyes, quickening his steps to catch up with them. As if it was his fault, he was the last in the line waiting to be checked in. Heck, his precious keyboard was all crowded up in the luggage because he couldn't take it on board. And what if something happened to his mouse… What if it broke during the flight?
"Come on, let's show them what we're made of in London!" Yixing shouted in with a hint of laughter as he swirled around them with a cam.