Some spiteful ones even hinted at the prospect of him going undrafted...
At that time, Zhang Hao tried to minimize the pressure from external negativity, so he didn't pay attention, but he was always aware of these things.
Thanks to the limited channels of information dissemination in those days, he finally understood why in the future information explosion era, young players would crumble under pressure so easily.
Lying on the bed, Zhang Hao looked at the ceiling, which was much more exquisite than the one in last night's hotel. He got up, went to Pierce's side, and pinched him.
"FXXXX... Aix, what are you doing!"
"I was seeing if I was dreaming. Does it hurt a lot? Then it's not a dream."
"Oh... you were checking if it's a dream, huh? If it hurts a lot, it's definitely not a dream... Wait, you pinched me to see if it's a dream? Why not pinch yourself?"
"Pinching myself would hurt a lot!"
"..."
