Last year's hot favorite had suffered consecutive upsets, and no sooner had the competition ended than the internet erupted with snarky ridicule.
'Well, ain't that something, they were so fierce last year, and this year they're sleepwalking through the whole thing. If not for the live broadcast focusing on the players, I'd suspect they had a stand-in last year.'
'I **** your ****'
'SS, how can you sleep tonight after this? I know I can't.'
'Damn it, did Meng hit a ghost or something? What the **** is this mess?'
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However, the atmosphere within team SS wasn't as bad as the internet imagined, at least not now. Their worry wasn't about this match but rather the pervasive feeling that they truly had run into a ghost.
Surrounding them was silence, Broken only by the chirping of birds outside. Then, someone let out a light tch.
Tang Meng, sitting on the couch, covered his pale face with a hand. His usually bright and smiling face was now hidden in the shadows, unclear.
