The eSports King's Crush Chapter 1751

The old master Gu didn't deny the statement. He mentioned that the young lady had few hobbies, but she was particularly devoted to God Bey. These words were shared publicly with the media, and naturally, the news disseminated rapidly. Chinese teams finally perceived a ray of hope amidst the widespread noise. A divergent voice emerged, questioning the enchantment Bey possessed to captivate the eldest daughter of the Gu family, who typically remained out of the public eye. Some argued that the eldest miss of the Gu family was merely a miniature imitation, and they were all present. They mused that five years of dedication to light and shadow were well worth it. "Back then, she was just a little shadow trailing behind Master, silent with a poker face, carrying a small keyboard while I read. Now that I'm married, she's grown strong enough to carry the entire team. After so many days, with public opinion so intense, everyone has forgotten that after the Milan competition, she vowed to lead the team to win the World Championship again once she emerged from the youth training camp. Now, she's doing just that, playing match after match. You claim she can't return to her peak; she's fighting ten people alone. You accuse her of riding on Supreme Alliance's popularity, yet she never even logged into Bey's account. She was the one who registered the accounts mo bei and Xiang Nan. Everyone knows she used mo Nan's identity to seek justice, but even knowing this, some labeled her a 'substitute'. Once she returns... certain people's interests will be threatened, and they won't permit anyone to exist outside the boundaries they've established. Some profess to adore Supreme Alliance, but have they forgotten that Supreme Alliance has always defied these gray rules? Z was like that back then; now, Bey embodies it even more." "We are all anticipating her breakthrough against adversity, waiting for her to conquer this mountain, waiting for everyone to exclaim that one sentence." The speaker omitted the specific sentence, knowing that any true player would understand. They opened their games, observing the champion skins and season marks. Some silently opened their emails. Countless comments flooded the backstage: "Bey must return to the arena!" These sentiments also bolstered the organizing committee, being meticulously recorded by the World Committee. Simultaneously, photos from the makeup team were released. In contrast to other teams, this team photo featured a conspicuously empty spot, marked with only four words: "mo bei faces south!" "The players from the Chinese team will never abandon Bey," the manager for Country R's team observed, pointing at the team photo. "It's highly probable Bey will return to the field; we must be prepared." He then looked up, "I would appreciate it if you could brief me on Bey's habits and her past combat strategies. Please elaborate." "But Mr. Mukawa, the Chinese internet is rife with negative comments about us. Shouldn't you assist us in managing this situation first?" one of the three individuals inquired anxiously. "If this persists, I fear our return will be exceedingly difficult." "The three of you have witnessed the advantages of our team," Mukawa chuckled. "As long as you fulfill your roles, why worry about returning? For years, Chinese teams have only qualified for the competition this year. Whether you aspire to be world-class players or remain confined to domestic competitions, I'm certain you understand which path holds more value." "That's right, why return!" the eyes of another person lit up. He nudged the one beside him. "We'll follow Mukawa-san's lead; don't stress about it. K has very few members left; it's impossible for them to win the points competition. Bey will never make a comeback." The final statement was laced with deep resentment. They had originally anticipated a relaxing tour of Milan. However, Bey's insistence on causing trouble had rendered them insignificant. Consequently, no one would enjoy an easy time.