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Chapter 690: Jiu The God Makes An Appearance, Premiere Date! (1)

Even Si Fuqing was momentarily taken aback. “Boss, how did you get here?”

“I came to supervise my employee,” Yu Xiheng replied nonchalantly. “I heard you were short of players, and since I’m free tomorrow, would you mind if I help out?”

Si Fuqing had not planned on involving Yu Xiheng.

The selection match was of little challenge, unless they faced a formidable team like the Galaxy.

Using Yu Xiheng in such a situation would be overkill.

It was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

She had intended to call Yu Tang because participating in a national competition could boost her credentials for a scholarship.

Si Fuqing’s reaction was slow, but she first noticed his legs.

She frowned slightly, asking in a tone audible only to them, “You’re not using a wheelchair?”

She knew why Yu Xiheng, though his legs had recovered, still presented himself as disabled.

Being a member of the Yu family meant many eyes were on him. Appearing harmless could save him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Yu Xiheng sat down beside her, his legs crossed, and smiled faintly, “I trust you, and the people you trust, I trust too. No worries here.”

His words were light, as if they were of no consequence.

But Si Fuqing knew there was nothing more powerful than trust.

She also understood the weight of the words “I trust you.”

In this world, besides Ye Wanlan and Lu Qingning, the only other person she could completely trust was Yu Huixue.

Her expression softened, her eyes slightly intense, “Yeah, you can trust me.”

Jingzhou broke the silence, “Miss Si, who is this?”

“Ah, this is my big sponsor,” Si Fuqing collected her thoughts and turned, “Didn’t I tell you about trying to get Jiu the God into our team? I was thinking about having him join us for the finals, but he’s come over now.”

Yu Xiheng looked up, “Pleased to meet you all.”

The room fell silent once again.

Jing Zhou:

Jiang Changfeng:

He felt like cursing.

Is this what the gaming gods were like in real-life?

The forum had speculated a lot about Jiu the God.

Ninety percent believed Jiu the God was a socially anxious NEET.

Otherwise, why would he always work alone and never interact with others?

Jing Zhou was stunned, and after a moment, he managed to say, “So the gossip on the forums is actually true…”

NINE the God and Jiu the God really had a thing.

And judging by the situation, it was more than just a thing.

Celebrities avoided the term “sponsor,” but Si Fuqing spoke of it openly.

Jing Zhou glanced subtly at Yu Xiheng.

It seemed to be just a literal sponsorship.

Yu Xiheng caught that look.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze calm yet somehow oppressive.

Jing Zhou, only eighteen, couldn’t withstand it and averted his eyes awkwardly, “I am Jing Zhou. How should I address you, mister?”

Yu Xiheng replied coolly, “My surname is Yu, ranked ninth.”

“Yu?” Jing Zhou instantly thought of the Yu family of Sijiu City but tactfully refrained from pursuing the topic, “Thank you for your help, Mr. Yu.”

Yu Xiheng responded, “No trouble at all.”

“Tomorrow’s opponent is the team called Star Bright ,” Jiang Changfeng recovered and transferred data to the computer. “The main and vice-captain are quite strong, with APM nearing 380, while the other members are around 320.”

“Isn’t it just a win for big brother alone?” JI Xingzhi was unphased, “We just need to make up the numbers.”

A 5vs5 team battle required all five players; otherwise, they would forfeit by default.

Jiang Changfeng nodded, “Indeed, NINE alone is enough, but we shouldn’t suppress the opponents too much. Let’s give them some confidence.”

He proficiently set up the strategy, which made JI Xingzhi yawn.

Si Fuqing, resting her chin on her hands, mused, “Boss, won’t it be a bit handsome if you join the match?”

Yu Xiheng raised an eyebrow, unhurried, “I thought you would say very, not just a bit.”

“You knew?” Si Fuqing said seriously, “Anyway, there’s no rule against wearing masks in matches. Put on a mask, so you don’t disturb others’ thoughts.”

Yu Xiheng supported his head, “Does that include yours?”

“Not including!” Si Fuqing immediately retorted, “I’m immune to your face.”

Yu Xiheng nodded slightly, a light laugh escaping him, “Is that so?”

“Stop it! Don’t laugh!” Si Fuqing exclaimed, throwing a cushion at him. “If I catch you lying to me again, not even your face will save you!”