Chapter 13 Treasures

With the title of "Qi Ji's successor", this competition did receive a lot of attention and traffic, but it was far less than when Qi Ji was present.

The result of the competition was not too surprising. The opponent was too weak, not even a professional team.

With the addition of desert, GF was basically a hammer to the opponent. The debut of jungle Lin Congye was much better than everyone expected, contributing a lot of wonderful scenes.

GF's publicity even bought a hot search for him - #HOW most promising newcomer jungle#.

Not many people paid attention to the hot search at the beginning, until Qi Ji's black fans made a fuss in it, causing a battle between fans and black fans, and the heat really rose.

"Haha, Ono God is too strong. I hope he will always be replaced by someone. I'm really tired of that disgusting face of his."

"Youth is capital. No matter how good Qi Ji is, he will be 25 next year. It's not wrong for GF to want to train new people."

"Qi Bobo has come to this day. I sincerely hope that he will always be replaced until he retires, haha."

"Qi Ji is the cancer of HOW because so many talented players have been buried because of him."

Wherever there is Qi Ji, there are miracle fans. Naturally, they will not allow black fans to slander and harm Qi Ji at will.

"It's really ridiculous that they started to climax when playing against a non-professional team. I think if they don't give up, they should die as an apology."

"Tsk, if you have the ability, you can give up when playing against MG. Oh, sorry, I forgot, the most promising newcomer may not be qualified to play against MG?"

"Is this amazing? I think Qi Shen was 10,000 times better than this when he won the championship when he debuted at the age of 16?"

"Fuck you, cancer. E-sports strength speaks for itself. It's me, Qi Shen, who suppressed others and buried them?"

Just like every time before, wherever Qi Ji is in the e-sports circle, there are always endless topics.

Qi Ji himself is the same as before, never paying attention to, nor caring about these disturbing disputes.

But Yuan Zhuo cares a lot. In his heart, Qi Ji is the best treasure in the world. Any dirt and filth is a stain on him.

Just after the game, sitting in the car back to the club, he saw those black fans in the hot search using that shitty most promising newcomer to step on Qi Ji. His face became colder and colder, and in the end it was almost a bit fierce.

Seeing a few particularly arrogant ones, he couldn't help but want to curse at them, but in the end he even typed the words and deleted them when he was about to click send.

There was no way that the number of Qi Ji's black fans was really hard to count. He could only curse a few, not tens of thousands, and it might even bring him more crazy insults and attacks.

Yuan Zhuo had never felt so aggrieved since he was 18 years old. He frowned, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

But taking a step back did not

make him feel at ease. Instead, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. It was as if someone was constantly pumping air into his chest, and he felt like he was about to explode.

He wanted to see his brother.

For a moment, he forgot that Qi Ji, who was not participating in the competition at the moment, should be training, and he directly made a video call.

He didn't wake up until the voice of the video call waiting to be connected rang in the headset.

Ah, no, I can't disturb my brother's training.

Thinking of him, he hurriedly tried to hang up the video call, but miraculously, the video call was connected, and Qi Ji's nearly perfect face, which he had been thinking about day and night, appeared on the small mobile phone screen.

"What's wrong?"

Yuan Zhuo was so nervous that he stuttered a little when he video-called Qi Ji for the first time.

"Ah, brother...it's...it's okay."

"Oh."

He hadn't seen Qi Ji for half a month, and he missed him so much that he couldn't express it in words. Thinking that he was going to hang up the video call, Yuan Zhuo hurriedly shouted.

"Brother, don't hang up! I miss you!"

Qi Ji didn't intend to hang up at first. He had long been accustomed to Yuan Zhuo's sticky remarks, and just regarded them as a child's coquetry and dependence.

But the other members of the MG team were not as calm as him. Everyone was a little drowsy at first, but they were awakened by Yuan Zhuo's shout.

The MG soul assistant sitting behind him, the 17-year-old wawaya Cheng Xiaowa, jumped up from the back, hugged Yuan Zhuo with the chair, and shouted.

"Brother, is it Qi Shen? I want to talk to Qi Shen too!"

It has been said before that Qi Ji's fans are all over the HOW circle, regardless of the competition area or position.

Yuan Zhuo can't control interviews during normal competitions, but now it's on his phone and WeChat, so of course he has the final say.

Standing up, he directly wrapped Cheng Xiaowa's little face with a big hand, pressed it down, and warned the soul sniper pinkpig Zhu Yu sitting next to him.

"Take care of your assistant."

After saying that, he turned his body to the side very cautiously, and even stretched out a hand to block his mobile phone to prevent his teammates who were surrounding him from peeking.

Yuan Zhuo never cared about others knowing or speculating about his love and attachment to Qi Ji. If possible, he would like the whole world to know it. Well, in fact, he did so. Whenever he had the chance, he would praise Qi Ji crazily and show off their good relationship.

But now he just wants to look at him carefully and talk to him to comfort the lovesickness and worries of these days.

"Brother, why don't you have training at this time?"

Qi Ji was originally in rank, but he was called away by the manager before and just came back.

Thinking of what the manager told him, a hint of irritation flashed across his usually calm eyes.

The manager called him for no other reason than to prepare for the commercial shoot tomorrow.

Qi Ji's contract did include commercial cooperation, but he had been here since the founding of the club and had never left for nine years. He and his previous boss Zhuo Yu and many members of the management had gone through countless days of glory and lows together. Regarding

advertising and commercial activities, they had never forced him, and his opinions were the main ones.

Qi Ji did not reject all advertising and commercial activities, otherwise those sponsors who came to him would not be willing.

It's just that these activities were handled in the off-season before, and he had never carried out commercial activities when the season was about to start, not to mention that the Z Cup was still in progress, and he had to be ready to play at any time.

However, the management had just been replaced and everyone was still in the running-in period. He didn't want to cause more conflicts and affect the new season. After learning that the filming period was only one day, he still agreed.

Although they had known each other for a short time, Yuan Zhuo had been pursuing Qi Ji for four years. Moreover, this was the first time he saw him with such a look in his eyes. He knew for sure that he must have encountered something.

"Brother, did you encounter something?"

Qi Ji did not have the habit of complaining. In his eyes, Yuan Zhuo was still a child. He didn't want anyone to worry about him.

"Nothing, just prepare for the game well."

He didn't want to say it, and Yuan Zhuo didn't force him, so he had to tell him some happy things.

Qi Ji had limited time, and after a few minutes, their video call ended in a hurry.

After hanging up the video, Yuan Zhuo swept away his cuteness and cuteness, replaced by coldness and impatience.

Even if Qi Ji didn't say anything, he guessed it had something to do with GF's new boss and management.

He paid attention to everything about Qi Ji. After GF changed his boss, he immediately found someone to investigate. To put it harshly, he was a nouveau riche.

When he thought that his baby might suffer at the hands of such a nouveau riche who knew nothing, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He hated himself for not getting the news earlier about Zhuo Yu, the original boss of GF, who was short of funds, otherwise GF and Qi Ji would be his now.

It's too late to say anything now, and Yuan Zhuo doesn't think about it anymore, but he won't let anyone bully his baby, and he will definitely protect him.

Thinking about it, he sent Qi Ji a WeChat message.

"Brother, no matter what happens, I will be your strongest support!"

Qi Ji can still handle the current situation, but after so many years, he is not used to nor likes to distract himself with things outside the court. He just wants to play at his best level and win all the championships he can until he completes his last goal - winning the third championship.

But looking at Yuan Zhuo's words in WeChat, his usually calm emotions still fluctuated.

He felt as if he suddenly understood a sentence. In fact, sometimes when a person is sad or depressed, he doesn't need you to really do anything. Just a word, an attitude, is enough to comfort people.

"Yeah, got it."

Until this moment, Qi Ji still didn't realize that Yuan Zhuo had already integrated into his life bit by bit. He was just like his name, like a torch, beginning to illuminate the dark fog that had been shrouding his heart for many years...

...

On the day of the Z Cup quarterfinals, Qi Ji still didn't play. This time he faced a professional team. Although the opponent was ranked in the middle and lower, GF didn't win as easily as in the last game. They

even lost a game because of Jungle's huge mistake. Although Soul Stab Desert won the final victory at the critical moment in the third game, and GF advanced to the semifinals of the Z Cup, the fans were very dissatisfied.

"Is this the most promising newcomer in history? I envy him so much. From now on, I can just call him the Lightning God, right?"

GF's opponent this time is the HOG team. Their soul mage Lightning is a well-known idiot soul mage in HPL, and has been ranked last in the division for many years.

But today, GF's so-called most promising newcomer, "Qi Ji's successor", was given a solid and severe lesson by him, and everyone immediately understood the general strength of this substitute.

Of course, there are still people who support this newcomer.

"Tsk, you are indeed a fan of Stinky Miracle. You are too harsh on the newcomer. Maybe he just didn't perform well in that one game."

"Tsk, you are indeed a hater of Stinky Miracle. You are really hypocritical. Normally, when my Qi Shen makes the slightest mistake, you scold his whole family. Why do you say so much when it comes to the most promising newcomer?"

"So, don't compare any cat or dog to our Qi Shen. He is called the successor. How can he compare to a hair of Qi Shen?"

"Next time we play MG, GF won't use Yehuang again, right? If you're still so stubborn, don't blame me for being foul-mouthed."

Yuan Zhuo also wanted to know whether Qi Ji would play next. Since he became a professional player, they had only played against each other three times. Regardless of winning or losing, every time he played against him, it would become a beautiful memory for him.

He was really looking forward to competing with him again, no matter what the game was.

But Yuan Zhuo, who was always fearless, didn't dare to ask Qi Ji at this moment. Although he thought that GF would not let him continue to be on the bench if they played against them, what if they were stubborn?

He didn't want Qi Ji to be stabbed by him again.

Yuan Zhuo knew Qi Ji was not so fragile, otherwise he would not have stayed in the e-sports industry with the worst public opinion environment for 9 years.

But when you like someone, in your heart, he is the most fragile treasure. Even if he gets bumped or touched, you will feel very distressed. You want to really hold him in your palm and protect him with all your strength.