Zhang Luhan was still crying when she was helped down.
Two hours ago he was a smug and spirited young man, now he's wailing with tears streaming down his face:
"I don't believe it... I don't believe it! Waaaaah... 3-0!! Do you believe they beat us 3-0?! And 'he' killed me 18 times, 18 times!"
The more confident you are before the competition, the more embarrassed and humiliated you will be afterward.
Ziwei Heavenly Palace has always looked down on the Loose Cultivator City, but they never expected that the Loose Cultivator City would suddenly become stronger by simply changing one head coach and one mid-laner, and then crush them on the ground.
Chen Lingzi and Shan Zongguang mercilessly mocked him: "We know, we know, it's just that you were killed by Bai Tong 18 times, why are you crying so bitterly?"
"You get used to being proven wrong after a while, don't you?"
Zhang Luhan continued to wail: "Waaaaah..."
"But seriously, Bai Tong is really beautiful."
"Hmph, someone so good-looking is just a sissy, a pretty boy! Someone like me is a real man—"
"Are you talking about your face full of acne, or your body odor from not showering? No, it's that you smell like lemons."
"Get lost! Next time I'll definitely beat 'him' to a pulp!"
Ziwei Heavenly Palace has a tradition: when they win, the whole team goes out for a big celebratory meal; when they lose—
Come on, the loser doesn't deserve a fancy meal. Go back to your room, make do with a bowl of instant noodles, and stay up all night reviewing the game!
So it was the City of Scattered Cultivators who went out for a big meal that night.
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome! We finally managed to defeat Ziwei Tiangong in the main competition, we're awesome!"
"Get him! Get him!"
The side laners Yue Yuan, Wen Qing, the jungler, Xuan Yan, and Qing Jiu, along with the substitute players, coaching staff, team leader, and other personnel, all had their faces flushed with beer.
Qingjiu let out a burp, swaying his head drunkenly, "My sister Tong is awesome! That guy Feng Yinyue tried to stir up trouble and attack Sister Tong, but today she got her face slapped so hard, hahaha..."
Xuan Yan, clutching his phone, laughed so hard he was slumped on the table, panting heavily. He shushed everyone to be quiet and then opened a video on his phone.
The screen was flooded with a dense mass of black heads—these were members of the Canglang Sword Sect Club, each one eagerly asking:
"Hey, hey, brother, I heard that Brother Tong was invited back by the Mystic God. Where did the Mystic God dig him up from?"
The "Mysterious God" refers to Tian Xuanzi.
Rumor has it that he comes from a prominent family and was a second-generation rich kid. Back in the StarCraft and Warcraft era, he led the Z country team to win the world championship multiple times.
After retiring, he formed his own club, becoming an extremely strong team in several games, and is a highly respected legendary figure in the esports world.
Qingjiu almost spat out, his eyes red as he repeated, "Brother Tong?"
"Yeah, yeah, Tong-ge—he was really amazing in the first game today, but he's still a newbie. Once he wins a few seasons of championships, he can be called God Tong, hahaha."
Qingjiu and Xuanyan exchanged a glance, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on their faces. They said a few perfunctory words and hung up the video call. After a moment of silence, the group suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, Brother Tong—if they knew that Bai Tong is Sister Tong, not Brother Tong, they would definitely go crazy, hahahaha!"
In esports teams, there's an unspoken rule that professional players are usually male, with very few—or even none—female players.
There are many reasons why there are no female athletes.
Not only among top-level players, but there is still a significant gap in skill between female and male players.
Moreover, esports players face immense pressure, with irregular sleep schedules, and once they lose a match, they have to endure a barrage of insults from fans.
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