"Cheers!"
Max raised his glass at Flexy's words. Five similar glasses touched and created clear clanging sounds as the liquid inside moved slightly.
The after-party for OrangeSquash's team started early. The first match had ended. And thanks to a certain trio who harassed many teams, no one from their group advanced to the next match and were eliminated early.
No teams were willing to risk going against the second wave boss onward after the chaos. Most who were hit twice decided it was better to focus on defense, while those who lost team mbers in the chaos around the first-wave boss were afraid to venture out.
Still, that didn't stop the trio from harassing them. They changed tactics and went together to destroy many other teams, leaving them with only one or two mbers. Their opponents got used to their tactics and were able to retaliate.
Every ti Max got damaged, he imdiately fled the scene without second thoughts. The sa went for Ferin and Atlas.
Due to their harassnt, not many teams could follow their real strategy, and they were forced to improvise. That improvisation ended in the third wave when the group started to pull mobs. Max and Atlas discarded their sniper rifle to run faster, while Ferin was in charge of disturbing other teams.
The crowd gathered by the mob train increased as many bases fell. No team got the extra 500 annihilation points from destroying the base because the roaches destroyed the cores.
Following the increased size of the third wave, all bases fell, leaving the OrangeSquash team to stand alone. However, their accumulated points still fell short compared to the other three groups that managed to survive until the 7th and 8th waves, so they couldn't advance to the next practice.
They have beco the center of attention in the barbeque party held on the EDE rooftop. Many players looked at them with intrigued gazes, while so who noticed they were the culprit behind the harassnt stared at them with hate.
"Hyaa! We have beco the center of attention. I still think we should wear our leader's signature orange space suit for our prank earlier to make it funnier!" Ferin exclaid loudly without caring about their gazes and sipped the juices in her hand.
"Told you so! If we wear an orange, they will recognize us faster and scream our na out loud!" Flexy added and gulped a juice in one go.
Both of them weren't allowed to drink by Lisa after yesterday's commotion. Not to ntion, tomorrow was a big day. Atlas was tasked to ensure his girlfriend didn't drink, while Max was trusted to keep Flexy at bay.
Due to that ban, both of them began to collaborate to ss with Max.
"It's a sha soone doesn't understand the charm of oranges. Tsk tsk tsk, and that soone is my own buddy. Truly… a sha."
"You don't need to repeat it many tis." Max sighed in defeat as he looked at his friend.
"Co on, a bit of orange won't hurt you," Flexy said, dragging his tone.
"Right, right. It was just for fun. We won't use it in actual tournants. No one hurts because of this." Ferin added.
At that mont, Atlas twirled the glass in his hand, watching the liquid move, and looked at his girlfriend.
"Actually, a few magazines ask us to promote their fashions. The thes are orange." He said, smiling softly, "They believe we love orange after seeing us being good in orange jackets and space suits. They even want to make an orange section in their magazine that features you."
Hearing his words, the platinum-haired girl paled. Her eyes wandered around as she stepped away from Flexy.
"When I think about it again, practicality is the best. We blend in well with the gray sand and cannot be found thanks to that. Yes, we can't do that with orange space suits."
"Wha–?! Traitor!"
Everyone laughed at Ferin's antics, and they had their own fun. Lily stayed silent and looked at the at on the grill, carefully cooking it before giving it to Max.
"Aaa." She fed him as if it was natural. "How is it?"
"Good. The best grilled at I ever tasted." Max praised her with a bright smile.
He wasn't lying. The al quality prepared by the staff mbers was the highest. They were the finest cut imported from other countries.
Their actions brought jealousy from the others. Most teams were composed of full n. They were the type of people who seldom stepped outside to et girls. When they found a flirting couple, their hearts would burn, and they would hate them.
Noticing that, Max decided to show off instead, adding more ntal damage so they would target their team tomorrow.
"You should eat too, Lily. Here." Max fed Lily a thin cut of beef, and she munched it slowly like a cute hamster. "Good?"
"Un."
It continued until the party ended. Atlas and Ferin also joined to burn the other teams' jealousy for the sake of their strategy.
So guys tried to feed their friends just to mock the couple, but it only backfired.
"Hahaha! Look at them feeding each other." Ferin laughed loudly while pointing at them, causing these people to turn red in embarrassnt. "I have to post this in my Strike account. Ah, please do pose again. I will make you famous in no ti! Even if I look like this, I have more than 5 million followers."
After the barbeque party ended, Max left with Lily first. They walked out of the venue, which was sparse of people because it was midnight, and were about to call a taxi when a voice rang from the darkness behind a pillar.
"Took you long enough."
Max turned to the source of the voice while shielding Lily behind him. Who was it? Calling soone in the middle of the night while hiding behind the pillar was only sothing that a strange or crazy person did.
Still, the voice was slightly familiar to him, that was why he stopped.
"This noble is hurt that you don't respond, you know? Even a Viscount like can be sad when his greeting isn't answered."
A figure appeared from the pillar. He was a rather skinny man with unkempt hair and red eyes that sohow glowed in the darkness. His hand was put around his chin as he smirked.
"Aren't you too cold, Breeze?"
"Y-You!" Max pointed at the figure with a trembling finger, "Idiot sucker!" He shouted loudly.
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