Where Is This Godlike Support From?

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang! They won!" Qin Ting shouted, his voice slightly hoarse, but there was no mistaking the elation in his voice.

Even though Yang Ying, Luocheng, and the rest couldn't hear him, he had been encouraging the crowd since the beginning of the broadcast and had not stopped cheering as loud as he could for their team since then.

However, they had won. That was the most important thing!

The basketball and football club had always been the most popular clubs in the university, but no matter how jealous and unwilling they were to admit it, when they saw the crowd cheering for the E-sports club, a sense of shame and humiliation overcame them.

This was especially so for the manager in charge of the university's clubs—Wang Lang, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Isn't Zhejiang University's e-sports team very strong?" Wang Lang said, clearly uncomfortable.

"Who...who expected them to actually win this match…"