“My name is Lin Qiao.” Lin Qiao said.
“The ‘Qiao’ in ‘Da Qiao Xiao Qiao’?” Xigua asked.
He suddenly looked at Lin Ji and then exclaimed in realization, “You two are siblings?”
Lin Ji wanted to say, ‘What kind of look is that?’, but fearing Lin Qiao would jump up and beat him up, he could only whisper a reminder, “Brother and sister.”
Lin Qiao smiled and explained, “Not the ‘Qiao’ in ‘Da Qiao Xiao Qiao’, but the ‘Qiao’ in ‘buckwheat’.”
For some reason, as soon as she finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the room. Except for Xigua, the other team members who had been doing their own things all looked up, even Shiliu slowed down her wrist exercises and turned to look at her.
Lin Qiao was unsure if she had said something wrong. She stood there with her eyes wide open, at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, this eerie silence only lasted a few seconds.
Xigua broke the silence first, “Buckwheat is good! Nutritious! Especially good!”
“Um… the match is about to start. I just saw a lot of SPK fans outside. It would be quite embarrassing if we went on stage and didn’t have a single fan! Luckily, we brought a few team flags. Could you please hold them up for us?”
As he spoke, he shoved a BW flag into Lin Qiao’s and Lin Ji’s hands.
And so, Lin Qiao, somewhat bewildered, sat in the match studio and, equally bewildered, held up a flag for an hour and a half.
Lin Ji vividly experienced what it meant to be in Cao Cao’s camp but with one’s heart in Han!
He’s tainted; he no longer deserves to be a fan of SPK!
Today’s match—everyone thought that BW would be crushed by SPK right away—unexpectedly, they managed to hold out for an hour and a half before losing!
That pink-haired girl, who splattered him with mud that morning and whose words could infuriate anyone, had absolutely no experience in major competitions. It was her first time playing as a substitute, and she went completely off track, actually blowing Mo Yu’s head off with a single shot!
When Lin Ji saw the bright red notification on the broadcast screen, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, just like the uproaring fans in the arena.
Although Mo Yu got his revenge the second time they met, please!
That’s Mo Yu!
XF’s god Mo Yu!
To be headshot by a substitute is an utter disgrace!
Although SPK won the match without any doubt, Lin Ji, like the SPK team members, couldn’t be happy.
BW, a small team formed only a year ago, already possessed such strength; given time, wouldn’t XF’s throne be in danger of changing hands?
Forced to watch an hour and a half of a live broadcast that she couldn’t understand at all, Lin Qiao almost fainted from hunger when it finally ended. Heaven knows, she hadn’t even eaten breakfast that day!
As soon as the competition ended, she told Ouyang Zhuo that she had to go back first and returned the flag in her hand to him.
“So soon? There’s a celebration later. Don’t you want to come?” Ouyang Zhuo asked her to stay.
A celebration?
A question mark appeared above Lin Qiao’s head.
A celebration after losing?
What was there to celebrate?
Celebrating losing?
He’s too cheerful, isn’t he?
“Let’s go together! The boss has already booked the restaurant, a Michelin-starred one!” The guy named Xigua jumped down from the stage.
Hearing Michelin, Lin Qiao’s eyes lit up. Michelin’s suggestion wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
“Let’s go!” Lin Qiao took the flag back.
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152