Chapter 1297
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Feng Yi had actually told them during the meeting not to reply to any comments on the internet, be it good or bad. He had even set a limit on their internet usage.
He was worried that their mental state would be affected.
In the esports industry.
There were too many people who didn't understand.
From the disdain in the past to now, there were finally people who wouldn't say that it was just a gamer.
Countless people were putting in hard work. There were also people who found substitutes to do live broadcasts. In order to earn money, they formed a model to please the fans. The fans were the father.
As time went by.
More and more people felt that they had the right to decide what the team should be like.
However, some people seemed to have forgotten.
This was esports.
On the competitive stage, ability was the final word.
People in the industry, when they first came into contact with this industry, they didn't see much potential in it.
The reason was simple. They loved it.
Perhaps it was hard for girls to understand that feeling.
Sitting in a dormitory, pushing the opponent's city, playing games until midnight, kicking their friend's chair, taking out their phone to order takeout, chewing on a chicken wing to start another round.
Days like this would never come again after they left school.
Hence, they cherished it.
Similarly, they hoped that the team that appeared in their youth could go further.
They understood what it meant to support them.
To buy a ticket and watch them compete unscrupulously like before, winning and even winning for the country.
Not like now, where they fell into anxiety again and again.
Every time, it was because of some people's love.
Was there psychological pressure?
Esports players didn't just have psychological pressure. In terms of training hours and computer time, no one could beat them.
Simple office workers or students.
At most, they would be scolded by their superiors.
As for them, they would be attacked by everyone on the internet.
They couldn't retaliate, the most they could do was say that they had low standards.
Probably no one would care about the lifespan of the industry.
Take Yin Wuyao for example. No one knew why he liked to smoke.
It could relieve his fatigue and prevent him from worrying too much about his neck.
The back of his neck really hurt. When the training was intense, he would sit in front of the computer for eight to nine hours. He was also worried that he wouldn't play well during the competition. When the pressure was high, the quality of his sleep was extremely poor.
Even now, he would doze off in the day, giving off a feeling that he couldn't wake up.
Many people said that it was the aura of the Almighties.
He was so lazy that he looked like an otherworldly expert.
In fact, they were really sleepy and wanted to sleep whenever they had the time. They had to adjust their mentality by themselves.
Lin Feng had originally thought that he would be reprimanded after his rebuttal, so he was prepared.
After all, Feng Yi had also called.
But this time, for some reason, the voice was different from before. "Did you see CEO Qin?"
"We were supposed to meet today, but Little Spade told us to wait until tomorrow." Lin Feng might be naive, but he could tell from his tone. "Fox Feng, have you been hiding something from us recently?"
Feng Yi was still sitting on the office chair. He leaned back and said, "There is one thing, but I wasn't sure before. Now, I have a feeling. Lin Feng."
"Hmm?"
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