264: 226 Paying Respect to the Master!_2 264: 226 Paying Respect to the Master!_2 After a grand opening ceremony, “Night God” would join the FB team for the first ti as a whole to participate in an exhibition warm-up match, to dazzle the candidates and boost their spirits.
This was “Night God’s” first live performance since joining FB, and not just the audience, even the mbers of the FB team were looking forward to it.
The choreographer had just asked them to split into two groups, to fight as the red and blue sides.
At first, Pang Shen thought that Xia Xing and Xia Ye should each lead a team for a match of equal strength, which would be absolutely spectacular.
But Xia Xing imdiately vetoed it.
He and Little Tiangao simply couldn’t be on opposing teams.
Having him kill the character controlled by Little Tiangao was sothing he just couldn’t bring himself to do; he’d rather feed her character right under her tower to save her the effort of walking a few less steps.
The other team mbers didn’t understand the identity of “Night God,” but Pang Shen did.
Pang Shen knew exactly what Xia Xing was like in front of his little sister, so he didn’t waste his breath and directly decided they would be on the sa team.
Having the two great gods, Xia God and Night God, fight against each other was indeed thrilling, but if the two could cooperate tacitly on the sa team and crush the opposition, it would also make the audience scream.
The three team mbers who were chosen to be on the sa team as the two gods were secretly delighted, but then they looked at the five on the opposite side, all with faces looking utterly hopeless…
What’s the point in even playing?
Just lie down and take the mockery.
The group passed by the training hall where the candidates were and headed to the next-door rest room.
It was the peak of sumr, and today the temperature was particularly hot.
When boys are together, they tend to be casual.
As soon as they entered the rest room, while waiting for the air conditioner to cool down, a few normally informal team mbers started pulling at the collars of their T-shirts and stripped off their shirts.
Just as they were about to head to the fridge shirtless to grab a drink, they suddenly heard Xia Xing’s stern voice from behind, “Put it on!”
The team mber jumped in fright and turned around with a confused face, seeing Xia Xing standing in front of “Night God.”
He still hadn’t realized what was going on, thinking Xia God was joking with him.
Seeing that it was such a hot day and “Night God” was still wearing a long-sleeve sport jacket, he reached out jokingly to pull on “his” hand, half-jokingly saying, “You’re wearing too much.
You could get heatstroke.
Co on, let help you…”
But before he could even touch him, Xia Xing imdiately blocked his hand, and his sharp gaze followed, “Want to die?!”
Xia Ye lazily pulled out a hand from his pocket, adjusted his sunglasses, and spoke in a lowered voice, “I’ll go to the next room to rest~”
Xia Xing quickly followed behind, “I’ll accompany you.”
The shirtless team mber behind them cocked his head in confusion.
Isn’t it very normal for guys to play and ss around?
Is it really necessary?
Back in the training hall, the candidates were still discussing.
“Everything said online is true.
The relationship between Xia God and Night God is really good.
I just saw them walking shoulder to shoulder.
That can’t be faked!”
“Speaking of which, ‘Night God’ is extrely mysterious.
He keeps everything under wraps even in the club, not a single detail like sunglasses, mask, or hat is missed.”
“Who do you think ‘he’ really is?
Could he be a player from another team who switched over, and that’s why he’s afraid of people knowing his identity?”
As they were discussing, the door to the training hall opened, and a hint of tobacco sll drifted in, not too overpowering: “Stop guessing.
Who ‘Night God’ is, you’ll know tomorrow.”
Everyone present were esports enthusiasts and nearly instantly recognized Pang Shen, known as the handsost boss in the esports circle.
Unlike other club owners, Pang Shen didn’t put on any airs and had a carefree deanor, always photographed with a cigarette in his mouth.
To those who didn’t know, they might think he was just so ruffian off the streets.
He looked quite wild and was highly recognizable.
Behind Pang Shen were the choreographer and several staff mbers, clearly there to give them a briefing on tomorrow’s schedules.
Normally as comfortable in an internet café as their own hos, the notoriously unruly youngsters were unusually obedient and quiet at that mont, rising from the sofas ready to listen to their leader speak.
Pang Shen gave a mischievous grin and casually gestured for them to sit down and just listen.
The staff confird the examination permit codes of each candidate, a total of forty people, all of whom had arrived.
No one would miss such a rare opportunity.
When they learned that they could witness a performance match with Xia God and Night God on the sa team before their assessnt tomorrow, a small explosion of excitent occurred within the originally quiet group.
Tian Ye was also exceptionally excited.
After all the procedures and precautions had been explained and it was almost noon.
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