"Congratulations to Team Purple Lady on their victory and advancing to the next round!"
"Let's all congratulate them!"
As an unprofessional commentator shouted these words, the already bustling internet cafe erupted once more.
This was the first time Li Xiaohui and her team had participated in an esports competition. When the word 'Victory' appeared prominently on the big screen, coupled with the unprofessional commentator calling out their team name, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration instantly surged within them.
Li Xiaohui ripped off her headset, stood up from her seat, and in her excitement, almost threw herself at Fang Haoran beside her.
"Ahhh! Fang Haoran! We won! You were absolutely amazing! That final shot was just too cool!!"
Although she initially intended to give him a hug, she restrained herself at the last moment, opting instead to pat his shoulder with her small hand, saying, "Not bad, not bad, keep it up, let's win the championship together! Woohoo..."
Fang Haoran was also extremely excited at this moment, nodding vigorously before turning to tightly embrace his other three teammates.
"We won! We really won!"
"Well done, brothers!"
"..."
Then, they all looked towards the cheering crowd around them.
Especially Fang Haoran. Looking at those familiar yet unfamiliar faces and hearing them shout his team's name and "Sniper God," an intense wave of emotion rushed to the bridge of his nose, and his vision gradually blurred.
Was this the feeling of winning a match?
The confusion he had felt before was now completely dispelled by this small internet cafe tournament, solidifying his conviction.
Esports had a future, and that future would surely be bright!
On the outskirts of the crowd.
Deng Zheyan, who had disguised himself simply with a hat, was also startled by the sudden outburst of cheers.
Then he muttered sourly, "What's so great about it? It's just hosting a competition, is it worth getting this excited?"
"Even with this many people now, I don't see the revenue increasing much. It's purely a waste of money!"
When he first arrived at the internet cafe, he too had been shocked by the electric atmosphere at Huangquan Esports.
He never expected that a mere internet cafe tournament could possess such magic, attracting so many students to come and watch.
Even he, a spy, couldn't help but become completely absorbed in watching the final clutch round moments ago, his heart tightening along with the action.
Of course, he quickly snapped out of it, remembering his true purpose for being here: to estimate their revenue.
There was no direct way to see the revenue figures.
He could only use the simplest method of counting heads and observing the number of paying customers to estimate a rough revenue number.
The internet fees were mostly transparent and didn't need much calculation; the main focus was on additional spending.
After counting for a while, he had a rough estimate in mind.
The consumption on drinks and snacks had indeed increased somewhat, but not by much.
Most people were just there for the spectacle, watching without spending. Overall, it was still within an acceptable range for him.
Moreover, judging by the current trend, no matter how successful this tournament became, the other side couldn't possibly beat him unless Wanlong Hui acted dishonorably and forced those students to spend.
Why was Deng Zheyan so confident of his victory?
Because he knew that for the other side to surpass him, they would have to achieve double his internet cafe's revenue without cheating.
That was almost impossible.
Time was also running out. His victory over Huangquan Esports was practically set in stone.
Thinking of this, Deng Zheyan became smug again.
"Liu Yutong, oh Liu Yutong, did you think you could turn things around with some small-time tournament?"
"I've got this in the bag..."
Before he could finish his mental mockery of Liu Yutong, suddenly, a voice rang out in the internet cafe.
"Host, host, don't rush to start the next match yet!"
A young man wearing a Huangquan Esports uniform squeezed his way to the front from the crowd.
The host, also the not-so-professional commentator, looked somewhat confused as he picked up the microphone. "Huh? Is there something else to announce?"
The staff member quickly walked up to the host, handed him a small note, and whispered a few words rapidly into his ear.
A flicker of surprise first crossed the host's face, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole demeanor became more spirited.
He nodded, vigorously tapping the microphone, producing a series of thump thump thump sounds.
"Quiet! Everyone, quiet! Listen to me!"
The internet cafe instantly fell silent.
The host straightened his posture, a smile on his face, and announced loudly:
"I've just received a major piece of news!"
"Just now, right after Team Purple Lady created that clutch miracle and won this match, we received a special gift from a mysterious Miss Liu!"
The entire venue fell silent again, even Li Xiaohui and her team looked curiously at the host.
A gift? What kind of gift?
Could there be additional rewards for this tournament that she didn't know about?
The host deliberately paused, building up the suspense, before revealing the answer.
"To celebrate the thrilling match brought to us by Team Purple Lady and their successful advancement, Miss Liu has specially gifted one hundred cups of our internet cafe's signature milk tea, 'Boyajuexian,' to them!"
"Wow!"
"One hundred cups of Boyajuexian milk tea?"
"Is that milk tea good? Giving away so many at once?"
"I've had it, it's delicious, just tastes a bit like Wangzai milk..."
"Miss Liu is so generous!"
"How much would that cost?!"
"..."
After the initial astonishment, the audience began discussing the impractical side.
"Gifting so much milk tea at once, Team Purple Lady only has five members. Can they possibly finish it all?"
"Exactly! That much milk tea, even one cup a day would take forever. They'd probably get sick of it!"
"I think it's probably being stored at the internet cafe for now, and they can drink it for free when they come to game later."
"Hmm, that makes sense!"
"..."
Li Xiaohui and her teammates were stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.
One hundred cups of Boyajuexian gifted to them? They'd be drinking that until the cows come home.
Especially Li Xiaohui, who didn't even want to drink it anymore at this point.
Ever since learning that simple recipe, she had been mixing herself a cup whenever she felt like it and was utterly sick of it.
Hearing that someone had gifted her and her teammates so much milk tea left her momentarily bewildered.
Did this person have too much money and nowhere to spend it?
She didn't think of Liu Yutong, because she hadn't seen her and assumed this 'Miss Liu' was someone else.
The host, clearly anticipating everyone's confusion, smiled and waved his hands, explaining:
"Everyone, calm down! I know what you're thinking. One hundred cups of milk tea... even if the members of Team Purple Lady drank three cups a day, it would take them over a month. That's indeed a sweet dilemma, hahaha..."
The audience in the venue erupted in laughter once more.
"But, our mysterious Miss Liu has considered everything very thoroughly. The 'Boya Breaks His Zither' she sent out isn't just about the literal one hundred cups of milk tea. Behind this lies a special sponsorship gift mechanism launched by our Huangquan E-sports to support and encourage outstanding players!"
"???"
"Sponsorship gift? What's that?"
This term was completely unfamiliar to everyone present, even Li Xiaohui perked up her ears curiously.
