In the second week of the mid-season finals, Wu Jin officially returned to the team and participated in White Moonlight’s training matches.
Against R-Code, Azure People, Silver Thread Roll...
In Wu Jin’s notebook, the values for the team configuration were finally perfected. Countless initial plans were rejected, then replaced by a set of tactics that gradually grew more mature, merging together with Wu Jin and Zoe’s command characteristics.
Until the sixth training match, against the Imperial Thunder Corps.
When White Moonlight left the court, Thunder Corps’ coach said to Lin Jue, “They’re not the same as what the media reported. I thought you formed a new team in order to qualify for the League, but I didn’t expect that this was a team that wants to win the championship.”
The Thunder Corps coach solemnly shook hands with the whole team.
Lin Jue finally smiled in satisfaction.
The ninth training match was against Jingyi.
Even before they started, the leader of the Jingyi could be heard rebuking Ming Yao, “You’re just saying hello to Wu Jin, why do you have to lift up the gun and wave it around! What’ll we do if the gun goes off and hits someone into a life-saving capsule?! What’ll we do if it’s caught by the media and they say you want to assassinate Wu Jin?!”
When the game was over, the coach let them go and Ming Yao rushed happily into Wu Jin’s dressing room.
He hadn’t seen Little Ming for two months, and now he was full of energy. Everything around them was the same, but the people were no longer the same as they were––Ming Yao reached out a paw and touched Wu Jin’s face, “Did you get skinnier or did you do liposuction...”
Wu Jin was on guard and beat Ming Yao back reflexively. Ming Yao howled, and the two of them soon started a scuffle behind the door of the dressing room.
As they were resting after the fight, Ming Yao asked, “Will you be playing the day after tomorrow?”
Wu Jin nodded.
At this moment, Ming Yao was more worried than Wu Jin was. “Your team has to do a good job with public relations. Can’t you fight the media ahead of time? Drown the Azure Edge forums with a water army first.”
“Does your White Moonlight have resources? No? Why not get some from Jingyi! We’ve been sprayed for eight years, and the moderators are already familiar with our manager...”
Wu Jin led the dawdling and chattering Ming Yao towards the medical examination cabin and casually stuffed him inside.
Ming Yao was still kicking up a fuss, “You didn’t look for a water army? That little broken forum has such a foul atmosphere. If I were you and looked through it more often, I’d vomit blood!”
Wu Jin was amused, “But I’m not vomiting blood.”
Ming Yao: “Hey, to tell you the truth, in those few rounds where I lost like a dog, my father spent hundreds of thousands of credits and invited the moderator for a meal so that I could have a month without the haters. Let me see if I can extend that to you...”
Wu Jin held up his index finger and poked Ming Yao’s face until it tilted upwards, “Look at the lamp, don’t look at me. I can’t measure your intraocular pressure. If they don’t flame me now, it doesn’t mean they won’t do it later on. It’s not a fight between haters and fans. If you win, you win. If you lose, then win next time.”
Ming Yao snickered, then expressed that he was convinced. Little Witch might not be anxious, but Little Ming was!
After the physical examination, Ming Yao picked up a large number of snacks from Wu Jin’s dorm, yelling as he ran off, “You’re not allowed to snatch them back! I sold so many stickers for you, and each sticker was 50 cents. It’s enough to pay off these two bags of snacks&#k2013;&#k2013;”
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