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Chapter 616  Meng Xue Dare to Teach NINE the God in Gaming? (2)

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. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

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 time to train?

"Captain, Oracle\'s selection of a spokesperson was somewhat underhanded," a team member 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 tournament.

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 tournaments.

In terms of overall fan numbers, he far surpassed Si Fuqing.

However, Oracle\'s official stance seemed oblivious to these complaints, continuing as usual, with Si Fuqing\'s photo already replacing the homepage of Oracle.

"343." Kill commented indifferently, "I can easily surpass that APM even when I\'m no trying."

With a laugh, a team member 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 mere celebrity was beneath his notice.

Kill stood up, "Let\'s go, it\'s time to practice."

**

After the closing ceremony, Brother Zhou also arrived at the hospital.

He was shocked by Meng Xue\'s terrible condition.

"Brother Zhou, you must help me." Meng Xue\'s voice squeezed through her teeth, dissonant, "She dared to leave me in this state, she can\'t get away with this!"

Brother Zhou took a deep breath, "Why did she hit you?"

Meng Xue, in extreme distress, said, "I just happened to pass by her, didn\'t even speak to her, and out of nowhere, she hit me."

Who would have known that Si Fuqing could be like that when drunk?

Si Fuqing\'s assistant and agent couldn\'t escape blame!

"Is that all?" Brother Zhou frowned, skeptical, "Does someone really attack others for no reason?"

"Do you not believe me?" Meng Xue\'s fingers trembled, "Regardless, she hit me, 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 entertainment industry, to become a pariah, scorned by everyone!"

Her eyes were filled with hatred, her words biting.

Before Brother Zhou could respond, a lazy laugh sounded, "Meng Xue, such big talk. How do you plan to disgrace me?"

Meng 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 me with alcohol, why can\'t I come?"

Did her drunken self have anything to do with her sober self?

These words exploded like thunder in Meng 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?"

Meng Xue\'s body turned cold, sweating profusely, "Si Fuqing, what do you want? This is a hospital!"

If someone 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."

Meng Xue\'s pupils dilated, fear pressing on her nerves at that moment.

She broke down, "It was you who sent me to the hospital?!"

It wasn\'t someone else who saved her?!

A calm voice arose.

"Qingqing."

The voice was as delicate as the shattering of jade, its clarity like the chime of pearls.

Even Si Fuqing was taken aback, turning her head after a moment\'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 time he had called her that.

Si Fuqing was momentarily speechless.