FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 111

"This is an amazing grouping that comes only once a century and we actually got it... We actually got it... Zhou Huo was so happy that he stopped videotaping the players altogether. He turned the camera around and shot himself instead. Sighing with emotion, he said, "I was actually already thinking over this draw early on. I had a plan in my heart. The worst case was that we would be grouped with Sacred Sword, the strongest North American team and the strongest South Korean team, forming the supreme death group. And given the absolutely rotten luck of these players, the probability of that was really high!"

Zhou Huo sighed. "I even thought of the possibility of not making it past the group stage. I only thought of how we could lose. I never expected..."

Zhou Huo began bowing in obeisance towards the camera, his heart was full of gratitude. "Our ancestors have blessed us. They actually gave us a recommendation for admission. Thank you. Thank you. I didn't forward those Koi in vain. Thank you to the Koi! God bless China!"

Zhou Huo was in absolutely high spirits. After taking a selfie he continued on to take photos of the players. Except for Zhou Huo himself, no one else in the team had a good expression on their faces. Shi Luo's expression was particularly dark. Zhou Huo recklessly zoomed in on Shi Luo's face and asked happily. "Evil, why aren't you happy?"

"Others are going to play in the World Championships..." Shi Luo was venting his anger and said coldly, "While I've suddenly winded up playing in the Asian Cup. Tell me, should I be happy?"

Old Qiao couldn't hold back and sprayed out a mouthful of water.

"What's wrong with playing in the Asian Cup? The Asian teams are all warm and hospitable..." Zhou Huo was beaming, "Japan, Thailand, Vietnam. Hahahahaha, yes, they're all actually Asian teams! Hahahaha..."

Shi Luo was so angry that his heart hurt. He pushed away the camera, preventing Zhou Huo from videotaping him. He continued to watch the draw with a sullen face.

His team was set but his old team wasn't.

In the live broadcast interface, Group B has been drawn. This group was fairly balanced, with a Korean team, a North American team, a tyrant Swedish team and a Japanese Experience Baobao.

"At this rate, Old Gu and the others are the ones who are going to run into Sacred sword..." Chen Huo looked at the remaining eight teams that had yet to be drawn. He clutched his hair in frustration and frowned. "... Most of the remaining teams are strong teams. NSN's path is going to be a bit difficult this year."

Shi Luo was still brooding about Sacred Sword. He said coldly, "There are only a few Experience Baobao's in all and we somehow managed to get three in our group. Of course, all the teams left would be strong."

Zhou Huo had already calmed down but when he heard that, he became happy again. Thumping the table, he grinned, "Three Experience Baobaos...Even if you wanted to lose, you wouldn't know how to..."

Yu Sui picked up a couch cushion and began pounding Zhou Huo with it. Zhou Huo accepted his beating obediently for less than half a minute before he grabbed the cushion and laughed.

The draw for Group C began. The first one was NSN.

Everyone put on a serious expression.

The second team for Group C: A strong North American team.

The third team for Group C: A top Korean team.

"F*ck..." The smile on Zhou Huo's began to thin. He laughed hollowly, "This kind of play out...looks a little like...how my nightmare went..."

Shi Luo frowned a bit.

Chen Huo took a deep breath and murmured, "Don't tell me this year's main character script is going to be NSN's.."