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Chapter 6: Pal, you want an autograph?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

There was air-conditioning in the shopping center, and it was really nice and cool. Ji Zhiyao surveyed his surroundings and saw not too far in the distance a stage concealed by crowds of people together with the outline of several machines. He started to move towards the area.

In this ‘Heroes Combat’ event he had chanced upon yesterday on Weibo, Silver Throne Shopping Center somehow managed to bring in several Heroes game consoles and was auditioning based on players’ battle results to form an amateur team of five to compete with the professional team W.J.

Whether one won or lost, he would stand to gain generous rewards, just that the reward for winning was much more attractive for all the amateur players—two tickets each to the Heroes national qualifiers happening a year later.

Ji Zhiyao took his time to go towards the gadgets. There was a considerable amount of people gathered before consoles, but not many were really playing. Most were just clustered around to watch on.

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Coincidentally, a boy looking like a middle schooler just ended a match. Ji Zhiyao darted a look. The word “DEFEAT” took up more than half the screen while a mechanical voice announced ‘defeat’ at the same time.

The boy’s face was flushed, and he could not even bother waiting to see the final results and simply left feeling slightly embarrassed.

After a few seconds, the results of the match flashed out, Ji Zhiyao focused on the results. The boy had played as a solo mid, 5v5 match. His results of 1 kill, 7 deaths, and 2 assists were indeed rather unbearable to see.

If the participants taking part in the audition were all of such standards, then the reward of two tickets each to the qualifying round would be wasted. After all, even though W.J battleteam had just been formed half a year ago, they were still professional players. Whether it was their sensibility or techniques, both would be much better than those of common onlookers.

Ji Zhiyao spectated for a while more, and his hands felt a little itchy.

The console before him that had been taken by the middle schooler before was thereafter occupied by a man with a strong physique just moments ago. Ji Zhiyao looked left and right at the primary school students who were happily enjoying themselves before the other consoles and moved to stand behind the man.

Yet, the stiff figure before him was extremely alert, having shifted to the side at almost the same moment.

Ji Zhiyao facing the ongoing game and turned, slightly dumbfounded at the man who had just dodged.

One look and he was almost scared to death.

The man was not only wearing a cap but also a black mask, leaving only a pair of chocolate brown eyes exposed.

Which celebrity was this traveling incognito?

But the man only wore the simplest outfit consisting of a black t-shirt and jeans, not really looking the part of a celebrity.

It was more likely that his appearance was a little disfigured that he covered up in this manner.

Ji Zhiyao thought so to himself and rubbed his head apologetically. “Bro, I was just feeling some itch to play and wanted to take a look at your handling. I didn’t expect your reaction to be so big. Sorry man.”

With that, he took two steps back and gestured for the man to go ahead.

He did not expect to hear him speak in a deep but nice voice. “IndefiniteFuture?”

What the f*ck?

Had he met a gank ¹ by his fans?

Ji Zhiyao checked left and right with a guilty conscience, and after ensuring that no one had taken notice of them, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

Not bothering to ask if the man was one of his 1.7 million fans on Weibo, he lowered his voice, much like the rendezvous of two secret agents. “Pal, you want an autograph?”

“I want to watch you play a match.” The man was very straightforward.

Ji Zhiyao was totally excited. He would have latched onto him for a hug if it not considering that the man was almost two inches taller than him. The reality was that he silently peeped at the man’s stature of approximately 188cm, rubbed his hands together, and agreed readily. “Sure, finish up this match first. I’ll carry you in the next one.”