#SiFuqing, OracleSpokesperson#
The hashtag not only exploded on Weibo's trending search but also topped headlines on international websites.
The West Deities team was naturally aware of this.
They looked down on the celebrity exhibition and did not participate.
No matter how skilled a celebrity was in gaming, they couldn't compare to professional players.
As professional players, they trained for over ten hours every day; how could celebrities have that much ti to train?
"Captain, Oracle's selection of a spokesperson was sowhat underhanded," a team mber pursed his lips, expressing discontent. "They didn't breathe a word about their selection, and you were clearly the most suitable choice."
Who was more fitting to be a spokesperson than Kill?
Without Kill's formidable skills, would Oracle be as popular as it is now?
OPL initially had few viewers, but the audience grew significantly after Kill's spectacular performance in the first tournant.
Choosing a celebrity as a spokesperson felt like a direct affront to the West Deities team.
Indeed, fans of the West Deities team had already started complaining on forums.
Kill's good looks had attracted a large fanbase, and he had participated in several OPL tournants.
In terms of overall fan numbers, he far surpassed Si Fuqing.
However, Oracle's official stance seed oblivious to these complaints, continuing as usual, with Si Fuqing's photo already replacing the hopage of Oracle.
"343." Kill comnted indifferently, "I can easily surpass that APM even when I'm no trying."
With a laugh, a team mber said, "Of course, captain, every move of yours will instant defeat any foes."
"It's chosen, so be it." Kill wasn't too concerned. "My goal is only the professional competitions, but they're becoming less and less challenging."
None could stand a match against him.
His only rival was always just NINE.
A re celebrity was beneath his notice.
Kill stood up, "Let's go, it's ti to practice."
**
After the closing ceremony, Brother Zhou also arrived at the hospital.
He was shocked by ng Xue's terrible condition.
"Brother Zhou, you must help ." ng Xue's voice squeezed through her teeth, dissonant, "She dared to leave in this state, she can't get away with this!"
Brother Zhou took a deep breath, "Why did she hit you?"
ng Xue, in extre distress, said, "I just happened to pass by her, didn't even speak to her, and out of nowhere, she hit ."
Who would have known that Si Fuqing could be like that when drunk?
Si Fuqing's assistant and agent couldn't escape bla!
"Is that all?" Brother Zhou frowned, skeptical, "Does soone really attack others for no reason?"
"Do you not believe ?" ng Xue's fingers trembled, "Regardless, she hit , and now I can't even get out of bed. She wants to enjoy her glory as Oracle's spokesperson? I won't allow it!"
"I'll make her disgraced in the entertainnt industry, to beco a pariah, scorned by everyone!"
Her eyes were filled with hatred, her words biting.
Before Brother Zhou could respond, a lazy laugh sounded, "ng Xue, such big talk. How do you plan to disgrace ?"
ng Xue stiffened, her body involuntarily shrinking, "How did you get here?!"
Si Fuqing walked in unhurriedly, "I haven't even settled the score for you trying to induce an allergic shock in with alcohol, why can't I co?"
Did her drunken self have anything to do with her sober self?
These words exploded like thunder in ng Xue's ears, making her hair stand on end as she shrieked, "You know?!"
"Of course, I know." Si Fuqing crossed her arms, "To make your play more enjoyable, I even drank deliberately. Are you happy?"
ng Xue's body turned cold, sweating profusely, "Si Fuqing, what do you want? This is a hospital!"
If soone hadn't taken her to the hospital yesterday, she would have been beaten to death by Si Fuqing.
"I know, Yueyue specifically had you taken to the hospital," Si Fuqing said lightly, "The doctor told you, didn't he? There's not a single fatal injury on you. I'm pretty clear on where to hit."
ng Xue's pupils dilated, fear pressing on her nerves at that mont.
She broke down, "It was you who sent to the hospital?!"
It wasn't soone else who saved her?!
A calm voice arose.
"Qingqing."
The voice was as delicate as the shattering of jade, its clarity like the chi of pearls.
Even Si Fuqing was taken aback, turning her head after a mont's delay.
The man sat in a wheelchair, his deep gray suit impeccably tailored, highlighting his perfect waistline and shoulders.
His eyes were hard to read, their depth uncertain.
This was the first ti he had called her that.
Si Fuqing was montarily speechless.
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