399 God Cards Era

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.

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.

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For the first time, they won a trophy.

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.

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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