After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 881: Bully Si Fuqing, Slap in the Face (1)

Oracle has been around for ten years now, its popularity unwavering and even increasing.

Though many online games have emerged over the years, none have managed to replace Oracle’s status.

The International Sports Committee is even considering including Oracle’s professional e-sports competition as an event.

To this day, NINE’s identity remains a mystery.

Every day, the forums are flooded with players claiming they’ve seen NINE in real life, accompanied by photos, but none have proven true.

It’s no exaggeration to say that NINE is a player’s idol.

Ten years ago, he pioneered new combos for swordsmen.

Ten years later, he remains a god in the game.

The entire Galaxy team are fans of NINE.

Upon learning that NINE would attend this year’s OPL in person, the Galaxy team couldn’t help but get excited.

The captain shook his head, noncommittal. “If they were going to compete, they would have done so by now. There must be another reason.”

“This year, the Western Deities team is really strong,” a team member said worriedly. “The Eastern Mulberry’s Yamata team is now ranked second in the world. Captain, we might not even make it to the top four this time.”

The captain frowned. “Let’s take it one step at a time. If we’re lucky, we can still make it.”

But luck was always elusive, hard to grasp.

“Everyone, gather around,” the captain clapped his hands. “The coach is coming, and we’ll start planning our strategy.”

With less than a month until the finals, they needed to intensify their preparations.

On the other side.

The Yu family.

Yu Yao’s team had also managed to secure a spot in the top six, earning a ticket to the OPL finals.

This had piqued Old Master Yu’s interest.

In the eyes of the powerful families, Oracle was just a tool to get closer to Ji Yun.

However, e-sports truly required talent.

Among the Yu family, only Yu Yao had the talent for it, but Old Master Yu wanted him to focus on the business sector.

Unexpectedly, after two years of hard work, Yu Yao had achieved such success.

Old Master Yu was very pleased and reminded him to find an opportunity to talk to Ji Yun.

Yu Yao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Is Uncle Nine still not around?”

He had seen Yu Xiheng very few times over the years.

But he always felt there was a layer of mystery around Yu Xiheng that made people uncomfortable.

Old Master Yu pretended not to hear, smiling, “If you need more funds, just let grandpa know. I will fully support you.”

Yu Yao understood his grandfather’s meaning, nodded, and left.

After Yu Yao left, Old Master Yu’s smile faded, and he said lightly, “His legs are bad, yet he still runs around all day. He should settle down.”

On the other side of the sofa, Old Lady Yu said nothing.

She didn’t really care about Yu Xiheng.

To her, his existence was inconsequential.

“He’s almost 28, not young anymore,” Old Master Yu pondered. “We should find a suitable match for him, get him settled down early. When I step down, he won’t have a place in the Yu family. At least then he’ll have somewhere to go.”

His words implied making Yu Xiheng a live-in son-in-law.

Old Lady Yu said indifferently, “If you can find someone willing. Who would even consider him?”

In the social circles of Sijiu City, who didn’t know Yu Xiheng was disabled?

Sure, his face was attractive, but noble marriages always prioritized benefits.

As Yu Xiheng became more reclusive over the years, discussions about him in elite circles diminished.

Sometimes, Old Master Yu almost forgot there was another person in the Yu family.

“There will be someone,” Old Master Yu said, standing up. “I’ll go take a look.”

Old Lady Yu lost her appetite again.

If she had known her health would suffer, she wouldn’t have given birth to Yu Xiheng.

At least Yu Yao was considerate, always finding doctors for her.

Yu Xiheng was just a non-existent son to her.

As a man with disabled legs, what noble lady would want him?

With a cold expression, Old Lady Yu, leaning on her cane, went upstairs to rest.

**

With the OPL finals approaching, Ji Yun was very busy these days.

Seeing Si Fuqing’s team had made it to the finals, he called to check in, “Are you coming to the finals? You still have the international joint exam in June.”

“Of course I’m coming,” Si Fuqing said lazily. “I’d be a fool not to make money off you.”

Ji Yun: “…”

He felt like a golden egg in Si Fuqing’s eyes.

“Just hold back a bit,” Ji Yun sighed. “I’m afraid you’ll crash the game system with your APM.”