FOG [e-sport]

Chapter 132

Chapter 132
They were in intermission once again. Zhou Huo wasn’t in any mood to attend to his own players. He wished he could drill a hole on the spot to Sacred Sword’s lounge to see the looks on their faces.

“Now that we’re a match point, I’m so curious what they could be discussing now?” Zhou Huo was seriously curious. “They better ask me, this marketing genius, to go over and discuss how they’re going to spin this after the match. They controlled their points in the group stage only to send themselves to their deaths in the quarterfinals. This is a public relations problem not just anyone can solve. I just happen to have a set of public relations drafts for lost matches that I can’t use and can give to them for free...”

After winning two consecutive games, even Old Qiao’s expression has relaxed by a lot. He told him mockingly, “Wasn’t your old club, NSN, giving themselves poisoned milk yesterday during the dress rehearsal. They said maybe they’d lose in quarterfinals so they wanted to ask you, their former manager, for a PR draft? You’re giving it to Sacred Sword instead?”

“Rather to give to foreign thieves and withhold from domestic servants.” Zhou Huo shook his head and waved his hand. “NSN doesn’t need this. They’re not qualified to lose.”

Shi Luo smiled. He accepted the heat packs that the staff handed him and stuck them to the backs of his hands. He walked to the side and took his jackets. He fumbled inside its pockets and took out a box of cigarettes.

“Don’t be complacent. Careful not to let them get a two to three comeback.” Even though he knew that the probability of this was really small, Old Qiao still didn’t dare to relax too much. He looked at Shi Luo and Chen Huo, “Are you okay? I’ll be honest... you two have really held out during this game. You might collapse if a little problem occurs along the way. Your conditions aren’t actually that stable.”

“I know.” Chen Huo nodded, “To tell you the truth, I have no idea about Shi Luo, but my hand’s about to break.”

Chen Huo looked at the people round. “But I can still keep this up.”

“We’ll change tactics in the next game. This isn’t the only one we’ve prepared.” Yu Sui took the hot water the staff handed him and took a couple of sips. “It’s good enough if we just beat them silly at the start to affect their mentality. For the next game, we’ll change play styles and amuse ourselves.”

The data analyst and Yu Sui glanced at each other and nodded, “OK, but the pressure is still on you. It’s fine so long as you can bear it.”

It was a roomful of people but for the first time, Shi Luo didn’t avoid anyone and smoked a cigarette. He lit the cigarette inside the room and took a deep drag.

If you look closely, you could see that Shi Luo’s hands were shaking with pain.

If it weren’t because they wanted so much to win, they actually didn’t need to fight that desperately during the first two games.

Zhou Huo would glance at the live screen from time to time, feeling a little anxious.

Why haven’t they broadcasted it yet?

Why are they still showing these sponsor advertisements?

According to their timetable from the last intermission, they should already be able to play their video now. Why was it that when it came their turn, they were procrastinating so much? Were they targeting his team? After a while, the game was going to start and they won’t be able to finish broadcasting it. As soon as their players enter the soundproof room, they f*cking wouldn’t be able to see anything. What’s going to be the use of it then?