The Jia Shi affair had become a widespread sensation, but what about the other protagonist who should have been involved? Since the end of the Challenger League, they hadn't even made a peep.

Now was the critical moment in the regular season of the professional league, when fates were decided. Yet the place with the highest concentration of Glory reporters was H City, a city without a team participating in the professional league this year.

The swarm of interviewers visited the Happy Internet Cafe and saw the players protesting outside the Jia Shi Club every day. But what about Ye Xiu? He was supposed to be one of their main targets, but no one had been able to find him. Ye Xiu hadn't appeared, and neither had anyone from the Happy team. When they asked the people at the Happy Internet Cafe, they didn't know either. It wasn't until they asked the staff at the Internet Cafe to contact their boss, Chen Guo, that everyone learned that the Happy team was still in B City.

They hadn't returned since the match.

Having won the Challenger League, Happy was completely immersed in joy. They completely forgot about everything else. Post-match press conference? What was that? It didn't even cross their minds for a second.

They left the arena directly and were immediately surrounded by a group of Happy guild members from the tenth server led by Tian Qi. A large group of people went to celebrate their victory, and a large group of people rushed to toast the great god Ye Xiu. Especially Yue Zhongmian. Whenever he thought back to the scene when he first met Lord Grim in the tenth server, Yue Zhongmian couldn't help but shudder. Tian Qi, Qian Shengli, and those old friends still teased him from time to time: "You're awesome, kid. You actually dared to challenge the great god Ye Qiu!"

Yue Zhongmian wanted to cry but had no tears! The great god was his idol. If he had known, he would have rushed up to carry his shoes.

Ever since he found out Lord Grim's real identity, this matter had been a thorn in his heart. Today, taking advantage of this opportunity, Yue Zhongmian was prepared to express his feelings properly. Holding his wine, he stood in line to offer a toast, preparing what he wanted to say. However, just as the first person finished their toast and stepped down, someone shouted, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Yue Zhongmian rushed up in a panic and saw that... what was going on? Was the great god drunk?

"What did you put in the wine?" People couldn't believe what they were seeing. They surrounded the first kid who had offered a toast, convinced that he must be a spy from Jia Shi, a bastard who wanted to poison their great god.

"I didn't! I really didn't!" The kid was almost crying, holding his empty cup and rambling incoherently.

"He... isn't very good at drinking," Chen Guo said, thinking of Ye Xiu's younger brother, the real Ye Qiu, as she explained.

Not very good at drinking?

Everyone felt that Boss Chen was being very modest. If this was really being drunk, could it be called "not very good at drinking"? This was simply being one-shotted!

The great god who was omnipotent on the Glory stage had been defeated by a single glass of wine.

Having lost the protagonist, the atmosphere immediately cooled down a lot. Those Happy players who had rushed up to offer toasts were at a loss.

As a result, Sun Zheping came over, tossed the drunken Ye Xiu aside, and rolled up his sleeves, shouting, "Come on, I'll drink with you!"

The players were happy again. Chen Guo, however, looked at Sun Zheping, who seemed to want wine more than life itself, and was very puzzled. "Aren't professional players not supposed to drink much?"

Ye Xiu had told her that long-term alcohol intoxication would lead to decreased reactions, a sluggish body, and unstable hands, all of which were major taboos for a professional player.

"Yeah! Professional players shouldn't drink," Sun Zheping heard Chen Guo's words and turned back to smile, but his smile was full of bitterness. Then he raised his head and downed a glass of wine.

"Good!!!" The players shouted loudly and surrounded Sun Zheping, eager to spar.

Chen Guo felt a little sad. Professional players shouldn't drink, but Sun Zheping obviously didn't think he was a real professional player anymore. This scene of everyone celebrating their victory only added to his sense of loss. He could have done more. The meager contribution he had made wasn't enough to satisfy him.

Mo Fan didn't have many opportunities to perform either. Luo Ji didn't even appear in the finals. However, they still had a future. They had plenty of time and plenty of opportunities to fight for. But what about Sun Zheping? He didn't have that. All he could do was feel unwilling, letting victory increase his sense of loss. This was perhaps why he could barely play the matches but never intended to make a comeback. For him, this simply wasn't enough!

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Chen Guo was still feeling melancholy for Sun Zheping when the shouting started again. She went over to take a look, and Sun Zheping had also fallen.

"How many cups?" A player holding a wine glass asked, presumably about to make his move.

"Three cups?" Someone holding an empty cup said uncertainly.

With Ye Xiu being one-shotted earlier, three cups wasn't that impressive. But the problem was, Sun Zheping's aura of dominance when he came up made everyone think he was a heavy drinker who could down a thousand cups without getting drunk. In the end, it was just three cups?

Three cups was only slightly better than one cup.

Chen Guo felt even sadder. Sun Zheping probably couldn't drink either, right? All these great gods had always strictly demanded themselves for the sake of their ideals. How many years had Sun Zheping retired? He was obviously still adhering to his professional habit of abstaining from alcohol, otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen after just three cups. Alcohol tolerance, like skill, could be honed.

But Sun Zheping didn't. He insisted on the habits of a professional player. He protected his body. Was it because he was always hoping that one day he would have a chance to return to the arena?

Chen Guo couldn't think about it anymore. She silently stepped forward and helped Sun Zheping to the side.

"Another one so soon?"

In a corner of the sofa, Su Mucheng was cracking sunflower seeds. The drunken Ye Xiu was lying on his side, and soon Sun Zheping joined him.

"Sigh..." Chen Guo sighed. When she was a fan, she only saw the great gods' prowess on the field. She never thought about how much effort they put in off the field.

"What's wrong?" Su Mucheng noticed that Chen Guo's mood didn't seem very high. This was the night they won the championship. What could have washed away the joy of winning so quickly?

Chen Guo glanced at the two drunken men over there, but didn't know how to start.

"It's nothing," Su Mucheng said, seeing Chen Guo's gaze and seeming to understand. "At least everyone is still here."

At least everyone is still here...

Chen Guo was stunned and looked at the two again.

Yes, there was Ye Xiu, who had been expelled from the club; Sun Zheping, who could no longer reach his peak due to his hand injury; and Wei Chen, who had been retired for longer than many people's professional careers, and then crawled back out to continue working hard. Everyone had their own difficulties, but no matter what, they hadn't given up. They harbored hope and would rush forward whenever they had the opportunity. In any case, they were all still here.

"You two useless things, I'll do it!" Over there, Wei Chen glanced disdainfully at the two great gods who had already gotten drunk and rolled up his sleeves to go into battle.

The Happy guild players whispered to each other, not showing much enthusiasm for Wei Chen's appearance.

"I bet he'll be down after four cups."

"I bet five cups."

"I still think he'll be down after three cups."

"Is no one betting on one cup?"

"If no one bets, I'll bet!"

"Alright, alright, place your bets..." Someone had already opened a betting pool for Wei Chen.

It was destined that few people would go back sober that night. Chen Guo had always strictly disciplined herself, but she basically just meant it a little, and then meant it a little more. But after meaning it many times, she was finally half-drunk and half-awake.

Bao Zi, Wu Chen, Luo Ji, and An Wenyi were all swaying back and forth. Even Mo Fan, who had barely communicated with anyone, got himself so drunk that he was staggering as he walked.

"A hundred cups! I bet a hundred cups!" Wei Chen kept shouting as he and the others supported each other out. Wei Chen finally didn't embarrass professional players. His alcohol tolerance was indeed something. Whether he really drank a hundred cups or not, no one knew, but at least he could still walk while supporting himself against the wall. However, after leaving the door, he got into a taxi and wanted someone to send him back to the Happy Internet Cafe. Amidst the driver's confusion, he was dragged out with all his might.

Fortunately, none of the girls were so drunk. After seeing off wave after wave of Happy guild players, they took a group of drunkards back to the hotel.

When she woke up again, it was noon the next day. As soon as Chen Guo opened her eyes, she was blinded by the scorching sunlight.

She looked around the room. No one was there. She was originally sharing a room with Tang Rou, but she couldn't remember how she had slept after returning yesterday.

We... really won the Challenger League?

Unable to care about the blinding sunlight, Chen Guo looked at the ceiling, suddenly feeling a little dazed. Drunken nights always seemed particularly blurry, making the previous championship seem somewhat illusory.

Chen Guo rolled over and got up to find her bag.

The bag was right next to her pillow. Chen Guo opened it and quickly found what she was looking for.

Professional League Qualification Certificate.

Happy Team.

Yes! They really did it. It was all real. In an instant, Chen Guo was surrounded by happiness. Last night was about passion, excitement, and亢奋. After a night of沉甸, this sense of fulfillment and happiness after winning the championship had completely filled her.

"Where is everyone else?" Chen Guo got up and quickly rushed out of the room.

The others had also gotten up, but those who were more drunk were clearly in worse shape than Chen Guo, who was half-drunk and half-awake.

"Are you all doing well?" Chen Guo asked, greeting everyone. Then she saw Ye Xiu still sleeping soundly in bed in the room.

"This guy is too hopeless, right?" Chen Guo recalled the scene last night. "I know he can't drink much, but to pass out after just one cup... he shouldn't be that exaggerated!"