Chapter 802
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Feng Yi had been a manager for so many years.
He had seen too many things in the industry.
Those who weren't popular wanted to use the popular ones to climb up.
Everything was for the sake of benefits.
At that time, he had felt that this industry was boring.
Until the Supreme Alliance was formed, until … he saw these two people.
Feng Yi wanted to ask the Almighty.
Were you sure Little Spade didn't like you at all?
They had already reached this stage.
If it wasn't called liking, what was it called?
He had seen wrongly.
In the past, he had always felt that the Almighty had contributed more.
In reality, both of them had contributed more to each other.
But, this matter …
Feng Yi took a deep breath.
Supreme Alliance had never cared about public opinion.
It was because esports relied on skills and nothing else.
For those who truly liked esports, as long as their idol's charisma was still there and his skills were still amazing, no one would care if the ID was a man or a woman. As long as the ID was the person behind it and he didn't fake his skills, nothing would be a problem.
But the most important thing now was Little Spade's popularity.
She was the rookie king right from the start and had a ridiculously handsome face.
It was undeniable that there were some who liked Little Spade not because of her skills, but because of her face.
He was afraid that the fans would think that Little Spade had lied to them.
After all, Little Spade had always been a girl disguised as a man.
But there was one point.
To the competition management team, it didn't matter if you were male or female. As long as your ID was the original and there were no fake operations, and some private information about your personal life, if the fans didn't mind, the competition management team wouldn't use this as an excuse to kick you out. After all, what mattered here was the game's operating skills!
Hence, they still had to worry about the backlash from the fans …
Thinking of this, Feng Yi subconsciously glanced sideways at the few people present.
At this moment, the youngster stood up. She was still the same as before, dressed in a battle uniform that fluttered in the wind. She didn't look like a girl at all.
Bo Jiu walked towards them and glanced up at the big screen that was less than a hundred meters away from the safety exit. There was already a countdown of the last ten minutes.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
One of the fans suddenly said, "I don't care."
Bo Jiu paused.
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