FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 119

The Saint E-sports Club has always been very popular in the circle. Usually benevolent, they had a good relationship with any club. It was rare for them to have any disharmony with anyone. Now that even the very good-tempered Saint had become so angry that they were driven to go online to open a group, the other domestic e-sports clubs couldn’t bear it any longer.

The owner of Ten Thousand Mountains Club has always kept in mind how Free had shown friendship to their players when they went to play in their home court. He was the first one to follow. Their boss was utterly shameless, saying that ‘yes, we are trash, no better than smelly fish and rotten shrimp. Our club’s results have been very poor, so much so that we weren’t able to make it to the World Championships. Just try and mess with our morale! You can’t! Like hell we’re afraid of you! It’s so boring at home without any matches so we might as well tear into you’.”

The rest of the clubs successively kept pace. In the end, even Team Bison who once had conflict with Free couldn’t help it either. As the captain, Violent Shu, applied for a Twitter account for their team and actively joined the battle. They were annoying troublemakers that tore everything into a mess.

While his own team was playing in their second loop of the group stage, Zhou Huo clutched his hair as he watched the various immortals battling it out online. This turn of events was making him jumpy and dumbfounded.

Before the start of the World Championships, Zhou Huo thought that after coming to Germany, his team might have some superficial clashes with Sacred Sword. In anticipation of this, he had prepared some public statements in advance. However, he never expected that the situation would suddenly escalate and evolve. It has now become a war between competitive regions.

Everyone was letting this get to their heads.

Zhou Huo kept tearing at his hair. He collapsed. “There’s nothing wrong with my professional ability but how should I respond to this? Really, I kid you not... I worked together with my people to draft a lot of translated statements. We made it from an angle of making a firm stand. The wording was novel and exquisite. I wouldn’t be ashamed even if I had to take it to make a speech in front of the United Nations...”

Old Qiao and the data analysts were staring at the live broadcast screen. He found the time to throw in a few comforting words, “Trash it. No need to feel bad. Everyone’s already insulting everyone else’s ancestors. No one’s going to have time to read your namby-pamby PR draft.”

Zhou Huo’s heart dripped blood. Clutching his chest, he gritted his teeth, “Laozi stayed up all night and wrote so many beautiful bilingual PR drafts...”

Zhou Huo reluctantly deleted the drafts and moved to stand behind Old Qiao. He watched the video for a while but couldn’t really understand. He asked, “What’s the situation on the court?”

“Did you think they were only going crazy online?” Old Qiao had his eyes opened very wide, staring intently at the screen. “Things on the court can’t be controlled anymore. They’ve all caught on fire, except for Yu Sui who’s the same as usual. The other three practically have their eyes burning red...Even Puppy has followed after them to scramble for kills.”

Zhou Huo couldn’t understand the particulars of the game so he could only judge by the number of kills Team Free has made that was displayed on the screen... Their players were a bit vicious.

Zhou Huo asked cautiously, “In short...we’re sure to win, right?”

“What nonsense are you asking?” Old Qiao didn’t even raise his head. “Just take a look at the expressions of the Vietnamese team for yourself.”

The data analyst said pityingly, “That’s the expression of someone who just wants the game to end. And that’s the expression of someone praying for the gods on the other side to just stop...Although they’re our opponents in the group stage, I feel sorry for them.”