Book 1: Chapter 8
After the exhibition ga was over, several reporters circled around Grunt trying to interview him.
There wasn’t anything new about their questions, mostly comparing him to Solo.
Solo was a legend in the world of esports; he competed in many events and was superb in all of them. He had beco an icon for all these years. But, the guy in front of them didn’t seem to have much respect for him.
“Solo is just like a legend, but there’s always an end to a legend. Just like so many professional Scandinavian players, many of them were signed onto clubs for huge sums of money but they were all kicked out once their physical strength and energy slowed down.” Grunt said in a clear voice with a hint of intrigue. “Usually these players who’ve played in the top clubs can’t stand second rate teams after they leave, and so they would retire in the end.”
The three reporters were sowhat stunned and couldn’t follow up.
Ai Qing was surprised to hear that. This was the first ti she had heard soone with such an opinion.
“Certainly, he is indeed unsurpassable for the first ten years of esports in China. If I were him, I would retire while I’m still on top, before my fall from grace.”
Grunt put on his backpack and walked out of the stadium.
“What a sharp tongue.” Her sister sighed next to her. “But that arrogance was sort of cute.”
She speechlessly looked at her sister.
When the convention ended, no one wanted to be alone and they reserved a room in a KTV(karaoke) to continue partying.
Ai Qing did not know them well so she just sat at a corner watching a bunch of strangers fighting over the microphone. She had beco so bored that she was trying to find an excuse to go back to the hotel when several more people ca in through the door.
These were the latecors. The only surprise was that Grunt was among them.
He tilted his head to listen to the girl next to him talking as he walked. He stopped when he saw her sister singing.
“What, you want to et soone?” The girl next to Grunt asked jokingly.
He frowned and looked at Ai Qing and her sister who was holding the microphone. “I don’t know which one is the one I know.”
The girl laughed and pointed to Ai Jing. “This is the old sister, Ai Jing, the most talented girl of the Chinese Language Departnt.” She pointed to Ai Qing afterwards. “That is the younger sister, Ai Qing, I heard that she used to be an esports enthusiast just like you.”
Ai Qing nodded politely as an acknowledgnt.
“Not just an enthusiast.” Grunt finally fixed his eyes on Ai Qing. “If I rember correctly, she was the sniper on the number one CS team in China six years ago. Three years ago, she was the top player on the second place team of the DotA Chinese Tournant. The sa year, she won the first place in Need for Speed at the WCG Asian Tournant.”
“Wow~”
Even before he finished, there were exclamations of awe around the room.
High and low, all forms of admirations and jealousy.
Even though most people there did not play video gas, but phrases such as “the number one team”, “sniper”, “second place in China”, and “champion of the Asian Tournant” were being used to describe one person which was shocking enough just hearing it.
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