Chapter 399: God Cards Era
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
What was this weird hot search?
It squeezed Yan Xi’s variety show post out of the first place?
Yan Xi covered half of the entertainment industry and was a particularly mysterious singer. It was imaginable how much traffic a famous star like him who never participated in variety shows suddenly showing up would bring.
Although two hours had already passed since the show, it wasn’t something that other hot searches could easily crush at will.
The manager looked up. “Who bought this hot search?”
He first clicked on and went to the last hot search. What he found was the Winter Games four years ago. He looked through it and saw a link on the post.
It was a God card.
“God card?” He looked around and asked the staff behind him. “This hot search... what does it have to do with us?”
The manager also liked playing games and had archived various console games on his computer. He naturally also played the Kyushu Tour, which was popular all over the world.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked Qin Ran about the computer.
Squinting, he scanned past the Weibo with the most comments, reading the most popular comment, and was taken aback—
“New fans, gather! Let’s see how many people don’t know that it wasn’t a team who created the God cards, but a single person!!”
The three God cards from OST weren’t created by a team?
Everyone knew that the other countries’ God cards were created by special teams for the country’s ace team. The person who created the God cards must not only have traceable remodeling skills based on history or myths and legends, but also construct the card image, movement skills, and macro link of skills according to the game page...
Every step was extremely expensive, especially the design and connection of skills, which wasn’t possible with just money, but computer knowledge as well.
Most of the domestic teams were grassroots teams and didn’t have a boss to drop a pile of money to just create a few God cards—
Unless they really had faith and passion for this game.
This was also the reason why Yang Fei had taken these three God cards to the international winter competition and became famous in the eSports circle overnight.
In that game, countless people witnessed Team OST’s cards being killed, except for Yang Fei. His teammates, coaches, fans, and spectators had all given up.
The audience exploded when he took out the Nüwa card to resurrect Yi Jiming.
It wasn’t over till it was over.
For the first time, the domestic division went to the international competition.
For the first time, they had their own God cards.
For the first time, they won a trophy.
The domestic team had not yet died.
All the fans recalled that battle and were full of emotion. They were rendered speechless, and seeing the Winter Games four years ago at this time, they could only think of one sentence—
S4, Winter Games, Yang Fei, God card.
Those who clicked this hot search were at least the Kyushu Tour players, and although they might not know the emotions of the old fans, they knew this:
OST was an era.
The God cards had created this era.
Everyone thought that the Yunguang Consortium’s team had opened this new era for the domestic team. Only today did they realize that it turned out to be an original member of Team OST!
The manager looked at the news of the return of the old player, and his pupils shrank involuntarily. His fingers trembled as he clicked on the post on Weibo: “Who remembers the first generation of OST members?”
He scrolled down further.
A person at such an age couldn’t help but feel surging emotions.
No wonder this post had squeezed into the hot search.
The Kyushu Tour had tens of millions of fans playing nationwide every day, and now, the hot search was Yang Fei and the creator of the God cards. It wasn’t surprising that this post had exceeded Yan Xi’s.
The manager was now curious who the creator of the God cards was, and recalled the previous two posts.
He returned and clicked on it again.
Following the hot search links, he directly clicked onto qr’s Weibo.
There was only one following.
But she had 10 million fans.
0 Weibo posts.
This was the founder of the God cards?
He was stunned to see nothing on this Weibo. How could netizens have found this?
He stared at it for a while, strangely feeling like the “qr” sounded awfully familiar.
“I saw the Weibo account.” He returned the phone to the staff and sighed involuntarily. “Tonight, the players of the Kyushu Tour are going to explode. I’ll definitely see many old players coming back online.”
The staff didn’t take the phone.
The manager squinted slightly. “Take it, I have my own phone.”
He was a little excited now and wanted to board his old account to take a look, as well as watch the video of the winter game from four years ago.
“No.” The staff shook his head and calmly said, “I didn’t ask you to look at the hot search, I want you to read the studio’s private messages and comments on Weibo.”
**
At the same time.
In Yunjin District.
Qin Xiuchen sent Qin Ling back.
In the hall, Butler Qin and Qin Hanqiu were still sitting and chatting at the coffee table, their TV still turned on after watching the live-stream. These two people were too old to know about the Supreme-level 20-stars despite knowing the Kyushu Tour.
Because no youngster was around, they had even closed the comment section because they weren’t used to it.
“Ran Ran’s typing speed... seems very fast.” Butler Qin’s muddy eyes slightly narrowed as he recalled her first mission where she had taken out the code paper on the wall and typed it.
But the show hadn’t filmed what the code was, so he didn’t read too much about it.
Tilting his head, Qin Hanqiu’s expression was as usual. “Ran Ran also likes to play games and is even faster when playing games.”
“I also know that youngster, Yan Xi.” Butler Qin nodded. She was indeed fast when playing games. He took a sip of tea and continued chatting with Qin Hanqiu. “He’s a singer who’s particularly popular on the Internet, like the Sixth Master.”
Because of Qin Ran and Qin Ling, Butler Qin had been far less harsh on Qin Hanqiu recently.
Picking up another melon seed with his long, yellowish and rough fingers, Qin Hanqiu heard Butler Qin reminiscing and said, “Back then, some scouts also wanted to turn me into a movie star...”
At that moment, Qin Xiuchen and Qin Ling entered.
Butler Qin immediately stood up to help Qin Ling keep his scarf before turning to Qin Xiuchen.
Patting Qin Ling’s head, Qin Xiuchen smiled quietly. “Go back and take a bath and rest. We’ll continue learning from Uncle Hai tomorrow.”
Qin Ling nodded and then suddenly said, “Sister is coming tomorrow.”
“Ran Ran?” Qin Hanqiu put down the melon seed and asked excitedly, “When? Is she staying for lunch?”
“She’s just coming to give me something and ask a few questions, not eating with us,” Qin Ling said.
Upon hearing this, Qin Hanqiu’s eyes darkened, and he muttered “Oh” before sloping down into his chair.
Qin Ling took his phone to take a bath in his room.
After greeting Qin Hanqiu, Qin Xiuchen went downstairs with Butler Qin.
Walking slowly with obvious furrows and fine lines on his face, Butler Qin reached out to press the elevator button and looked up. “Have you mentioned it to the Young Master?”
With his usual expression, Qin Xiuchen put on a mask and nodded.
It seemed like Qin Ling hadn’t resisted.
Smiling, Butler Qin followed Qin Xiuchen into the elevator, his eyes darkening. “The Fourth Master already has doubts. I’m afraid we won’t be able to keep it for long.”
Recently, Ah Hai had frequently entered and exited the Yunjin Community, so it was normal for the Fourth Master to grow suspicious.
Once he found out...
He would surely target Qin Ling.
Instead of stopping at the basement, Qin Xiuchen’s car was parked in a little district.
His phone rang the moment he got off the elevator.
It was his manager.
Qin Xiuchen knew that his manager and the studio people were working overtime, so what had happened?
He answered the call and held his phone to his ear.
The manager’s voice was a little calm. “Film Emperor Qin, have you read the comments on Weibo’s private messages?”
Qin Xiuchen got into the driver’s seat, turned on the handsfree, and put his phone in front. “No.”
There was a moment of silence. “Take a look first. I’ll call you again after a minute.”
He hung up.
It should be something important, or the manager wouldn’t ask him to look at Weibo now.
Turning the key and turning off the engine, Qin Xiuchen held the steering wheel in his hand, picked up his phone, and flipped to Weibo. He had turned on Do Not Disturb, but the Weibo homepage still lagged for a moment. His eyebrows were cold and indifferent as he clicked on it.
He directly clicked on the comments.
The new comments were almost similar—
“Film Emperor Qin. Sun God is silent online, so I can only ask you. Is @qr really your niece!”
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