"You must be from the Esports team of First University of Esteria, right? I’ve seen your profiles. Is it true that Master JULY was one of your mbers?"
Victor Hawthorne and his team looked towards the voice and saw a burly foreign young man seemingly greeting them, but with undisguised mockery on his face.
Sure enough, before Victor Hawthorne and the others could respond, the man continued, "But I heard your JULY recently fell off a cliff and died. It’s a pity, but I think it’s necessary to advise you to withdraw from the tournant!"
There were other mbers beside the foreign young man who chid in as well.
"Yeah, hurry up and quit. You don’t even have anyone who can participate in international competitions. You only got into this league because of JULY. Now that JULY is gone, why are you still wasting each other’s ti?"
"If you ask , JULY only achieved such accomplishnts from long hours imrsed in the ga. See, it’s only been a few days since she died, and her ranking has been overtaken by KiKi."
"If you didn’t ntion it, I’d almost think that the so-called Master JULY died just in ti. Maybe she knew she wasn’t as good as KiKi, so she ’chose to die with honor’ first!"
July Quinn’s suicide was already a heavy topic for Victor Hawthorne and his team.
But they never expected other players to make a mockery of it, using it to belittle them.
In an instant, both Victor Hawthorne and his crew were incensed.
"Shut up! Master JULY isn’t dead; she’ll be participating in today’s match."
"Just wait, my dad’s going to wipe you out completely."
"My grandpa will be here soon, and let’s see how she crushes you, KiKi."
They weren’t sure if what Victor Hawthorne said about July Quinn being alive was true, but at this mont they subconsciously chose to believe it, because they didn’t want to lose, wouldn’t admit defeat, and weren’t willing to face the fact that July’s ranking was overtaken by KiKi.
But soon, a voice sneered, "Does JULY think she can beat ? Aren’t you afraid that saying that will make you a laughingstock?"
Both sides of the verbal battle turned towards the source of the voice.
It was Anna, dressed quite strikingly, stepping out from the crowd.
Yes, Anna is KiKi.
She loved esports, so aside from normal socializing, she spent most of her ti on esports.
To be able to stand on the stage of international tournants, to win awards in international competitions, she invested most of her pocket money into this esports team.
Her luck seed to be pretty good.
Even before the competition started, Master JULY, the one previously favored to win, suddenly died in a cliff fall. And after being chastised by July Quinn’s mom and daughter, she surpassed Master JULY’s previous ranking while venting through the ga.
Anna felt that it was heavenly destiny, to let her stand on the highest podium during her best years.
Perhaps because everything suddenly seed to go so smoothly, Anna beca more arrogant.
Even Master JULY, whom she previously idolized and thought she could never surpass, now didn’t even make it into her considerations.
After all, what could a dead person do to her?
The dead couldn’t jump out of their graves to fight her, so why would she be afraid?
Unexpectedly, the dead didn’t co to fight her, but the dead’s friends did.
Sure enough, Victor Hawthorne imdiately retorted, "KiKi, aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue saying that? If JULY hadn’t been busy and unable to log into the ga recently, do you think you’d even stand a chance?"
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