The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei was summoned by the club.

They generally just said that these were adverse implications.

"Take note in the future. If this continues, no one will be able to save you. In this industry, it's better to restrain your temper. You can't send a fan to the police station because she was taking photos again, or it will cause aversion."

Since the higher-ups had put it this way, there was no way around it.

"Sometimes, you do know what's going on. However, before deliberate public opinion, you can only compromise."

"Don't play at the next competition.. Think it over."

The club manager sighed.

Dark Flares had quite a few reserves.

FromNorthToSouth was a player with great potential.

It was a pity that things were already like this, but they could only handle it in silence.

Mo Bei did not say anything else. Her lower abdomen was still hurting, so she returned to the apartment after leaving the club.

Cold sweat dotted her forehead. After taking a painkiller, she went to sleep.

This was probably the difference.

Competitions were no longer competitions.

Instead, they had to take into consideration the audience and what they wanted to see.

It was really quite ridiculous.

Mo Bei had a deep sleep.

Since she didn't have to play in the next game, she could stay at home and wait for her period to end.

Just like the club manager had said, many people didn't want to see FromNorthToSouth come on the competing stage again.

In their opinion, this person was too dramatic and harsh on the fans.

Mo Bei had already thought of the consequences when she had done this.

However, compared to being rebuked, in her heart, Yun Shen's safety was more important.

Hence, this was nothing.

Instead, it was Little Lin who really couldn't stand upon seeing his Little Brother being attacked like this. He secretly decided to look for help.

"Mom, do you have Uncle's number?" Little Lin asked with big eyes.

Mrs. Feng looked down. "Why are you asking for your uncle's number?"

"Didn't Uncle use to be a manager?" Little Lin's eyes were black and dewy. "Even brother has a manager, but Little Brother doesn't have one. Once things go wrong, he can only bear the scolding. I want to help Little Brother get a manager."

Mrs. Feng smiled. "That's a pretty good idea, but your uncle won't agree. He doesn't guide anyone. He didn't even do so for your brother. Do you think he will agree to take someone else on?"

"Why has he stopped?" Little Lin did not understand.

Mrs. Feng looked away. "Because Sovereign Union disbanded and he no longer sees the meaning in being a manager. He needs to take care of the Feng family's overseas business. Do you think your Uncle still has the time to be a manager? He has probably stopped watching eSports competitions too."

"Is that so…" Little Lin poked his own cheek, disappointment filling his eyes.

Mrs. Feng touched his head. "We can still afford to hire a manager. Don't worry, your Little Brother won't be defeated so easily. There's still your brother, right?"

"Mm…" Little Lin nodded strongly. He returned to his room and played for a while but still wanted to get his uncle's help. He emailed the videos of the matches that he'd played with Little Brother in the past to his uncle.

Of course, this was all done by Old Wang on his behalf. Little Lin just hoped that others could know. His Little Brother was worth the best, and the same applied to his manager.

He was Little Brother's fan club president, so he had to try his hand at some things.

In the afternoon, at the Dark Flares' base…

"Banned from competing?" Feng Nai played with the silver lighter in his hand and suddenly laughed, sounding as sarcastic as before. "Why?"