“They need a character with extreme appeal, completely overshadowing Station One, at least in LOGO design, pulling Station One significantly behind. To achieve this goal, promoting a god-level figure who can command the LOGO design world would be the best choice.” The speaker was Xiang Tianwen, the most observant member of this seven-person group, and his conclusions were based on the conversation he had just heard from Mu Xitong and others.
“Do you remember the goal we set when we first gathered online?” Zhao Zhen didn’t directly respond to Xiang Tianwen, but instead posed this question.
“Where there is me, there are no others,” Mu Xitong took a deep breath and slowly said.
“Exactly, where there is me, there are no others.” Zhao Zhen nodded heavily: “We initially wanted to organize a team that would dominate the LOGO design and related design industries, ensuring that any project we take on would have no chance for others to win. But years have passed, and we’re still struggling to choose a leader…”
“So, what are you saying, Brother Zhao?” Ling chuckled.
“This unexpected preliminary round has widened the gap between Chasing Moonlight Meteor and us by more than one point.” Zhao Zhen took a deep breath: “There are four more competitions ahead, which will attract the attention of countless people domestically and internationally. Therefore, Mission China wouldn’t dare to intervene in the true results of these four competitions. If…”
Zhao Zhen paused, then continued: “If in these next four competitions, Chasing Moonlight Meteor can overtake us and claim the champion’s throne, I will submit to him.”
“Me too,” Xiao Ai immediately followed.
“I don’t mind,” Ling’s voice carried a laugh.
“If their skills are higher than mine, sure,” Xiang Tianwen laughed.
“No problem,” Mu Xitong’s tone was calm.
“Let’s do it,” Hualiuchengyin chuckled.
“Now that you’ve all decided, does my opinion even matter?” The last speaker, with the online name Binger, had a soft voice that felt like a spring breeze.
“Then it’s settled,” Zhao Zhen said after everyone expressed their stance: “Tomorrow is the round of 32 to 16. Everyone get some rest. I’m going to watch cartoons with my daughter.”
“Hehe, Brother Zhao, isn’t it tough raising a daughter alone?” Ling asked with a smile.
“Her mother died early, sigh.” Zhao Zhen sighed and went offline without saying more.
