Chapter 370: Pre-season

The moment the mechanical voice announced the end of the match, Wang Shun collapsed backwards and leaned back in his chair, Liu Jiayi's lips, which had been pursed, curled up, Muke breathed a long sigh of relief and Tang Erda's shoulders, which had been tense all the way, slackened.

The Reverse God smiled and looked towards the exit next to the big screen, where Spades was also staring at.

Everything seems to be in slow motion.

Bai Liu logged out from the side of the big screen, not in a hurry, and looked down to straighten his shirt.

Mu Sicheng logs out after Bai Liu, who is slightly wounded and cursing at him, as if accusing Bai Liu of using him immorally in the game, but on closer inspection, Mu Sicheng has a gangly grin on his brow and eyes, as if he doesn't mind much what's happening in the game.

For winning.

The crowd was a mixture of cursing and cheering, mixed with the panicked screams of the Frenzied Lamb players and members.

"What will we do when the president of ...... dies?"

"How can you fight a group battle without a tactician?!"

Bai Liu straightened every crease in the hem of his shirt before slowly lifting his face, the screams and whistles of the crowd breaking down dissipated for a moment as all eyes shifted to Bai Liu with his head up.

At the end of such an exciting match, the tactician of the winning team will usually come out and make some sort of closing remarks, such as belittling the opponent and praising himself, which is tantamount to canvassing in the final stages, soaking up any remaining points from the audience and building momentum for the next match.

Bai Liu smiled and raised his hand before politely bowing slightly to the audience, "I hope my opponent and I have contributed to an enjoyable viewing experience."

With that, Bai Liu smiled and went down without much ado, as if he didn't think the victory was worth the trouble.

Without belittling his opponent or emphasising himself, without going into lengthy detail about his triumphs and hardships, Bai Liu breezed past this victory as if he had gotten it lightly.

This restrained yet graceful gesture of victory was so powerful.

Especially when this poise is seen in a rookie tactician facing a professional guild for the first time, the appeal to the audience grows exponentially.

After a brief period of silence, the noise of the rabid Lamb supporters in the gallery who had lost the points died down to the faint sound of excited discussion.

The obvious subject of discussion was only one person.

"...... Bai Liu ......"

"I'm going to put half of my savings points down on the Roving Circus ......"

"It feels like this tactician is so strong, even stronger than last year's killer sequence ......"

"Can't kill as much as last year's Spades, but the pressure and control of the field is not at all like a newcomer, and sure enough, the dark horse that Charles the old greaser has his eye on is not going to be a cheap one ......"

As Bai Liu returned to the circus team, everyone stood up and handed Bai Liu a bandage.

It is a convention that bandages are given to teammates returning from a fight to repair their wounds, much like the sip of water handed to a fighter in the middle of a boxing match.

But ...... generally a bandage meaning a little is all that is needed.

Bai Liu looked at the six bandages handed to him and raised an eyebrow, "I don't seem to, like, take my injuries out of the game?"

Next to him, Mu Sicheng, with a bloody face, watched the scene and gave a sultry wow: "...... six top bandages, that's rich, why didn't anyone pass me a bandage?"

Bai Liu took Muke's bandage and handed it to Mu Sicheng with a sincere thank you: "Thank you for your hard work."

Mu Sicheng took the bandage with a grimace on his face despite his impatient tone, "No, don't play nice in front of me, you'll be lucky if you don't screw me in the next game."

Bai Liu replied honestly: "I try."

Wang Shun retrieves the bandage Bai Liu didn't ask for, he looks over at the Reverse God and Spades who also silently retrieve their bandages, and several questions pop up on his face: ????

No, Bai Liu is the president of our family and it is only right that we, the four members of the roving circus, pass the bandages.

What's with you two killer sequences passing bandages!

Isn't that a bit too self-explanatory!

Not embarrassed at all, the bandaged Reverse God smiled and extended his hand in an attempt to hook up with Bai Liu: "Well done, you've made a fortune for all of us onlookers who bet on you, thank you so much President Bai for a great performance."

"Is that so?" Bai Liu slapped away the hand the Reverse God had hooked over to him unmoved, smiling and looking sideways at him, "If you really thank me that much, why don't you share half of the points you earn from your body, we'll split it 50/50 and I'll call you next time there's such a good money-making deal?"

The Reverse God gave a beat: "That's not necessary, it's too much trouble for President Bai."

"How can you call it trouble?" Bai Liu instantly turned the tables and patted the Reverse God on the shoulder, smiling in full business socialization and shaking the other man's hand, "What's our relationship, no need to be so polite."

"Haha, is that so?" The Reverse God began to snort as he scratched his head in feigned confusion, "I wouldn't have known that President Bai had befriended me to this extent, it flatters me a little."

Bai Liu nodded his head with a smile, "That's not true? Why else would Reverse God Teacher come all the way here to watch my match, bet me tens of millions of points, and hand me bandages?"

"My best friend hasn't been this nice to me, wouldn't you say, Reverse God-sensei."

The two men spoke and laughed with the same expression, but words had been exchanged four or five times, and those next to them watched in awe.

Is this a battle between top tacticians?

The encounter ended with both sides biting off more than they could chew.

Liu Jiayi stepped forward and asked Bai Liu, her expression solemn: "Bai Liu, that Yang Zhi skill hasn't confused your memory, has it?"

"No." Bai Liu replied quickly, "I went through my biography in my head after I came down and was able to pick it up just like before."

"You know you have three memory folds in your memory ......" Liu Jiayi The words were just halfway out of her mouth when she seemed to think of something and quickly glanced at the Reverse God next to her with her afterimage, pausing for a moment to change the subject, " Race first, we'll talk after we come down."

Bai Liu gives the OK gesture.

"We're currently on four points in the tournament, the Frenzied Lambs have lost too much this time, they might be desperate to force a team game with us to make up for it, are you still in good shape?" Tang Erda frowned at Bai Liu, squeezing Bai Liu's arm and almost lifting him up, seriously examining Bai Liu from top to bottom, "Any hidden injuries?"

Spades stares at Tang Erda holding Bai Liu's hand. The god of inversion smiles at him, but his hand is strong, holding down Spades, who is about to run forward, and lowers his voice to warn, "These are Bai Liu's family, behave yourself. "

"Oh." Spades slowly lowered his head as he shook the whip at his feet, clutching the bandage he had just failed to hand out in his hand, and sat by himself in the corner without speaking.

He understands the inverse myth, Bai Liu has just logged out of the game and is deliberately ignoring him and not taking the bandage he handed him ......

That's how it was before, when Bai Liu met him in the game pool without looking away.

Bai Liu glanced at Spades with an unnoticeable glance, then looked at Tang Erda: "Don't worry, the team won't be able to play."

Tang Erda is stunned.

No sooner had Bai Liu said this than the news of the Fever Lamb forfeit was communicated to the system over there.

[System Alert: Frenzied Lamb forfeits the regatta.]

[System Alert: Wandering Circus vs. Frenzied Lamb, Wandering Circus wins].

"They're not going to tangle with me much." Bai Liu smiled and turned to look across at the shivering crew of the Frenzied Lamb, "The points are all used up by this game, they can't afford to buy props that erase traces of reality."

The Reverse God followed Bai Liu's line of sight across the room, a smile on his face and a dark look in his eyes, "That means the group will soon be on the hook."

After the game, the winners and losers have to shake hands in the centre of the big screen.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi were still replaying the horrific deaths they had suffered at the hands of Bai Liu, and the thought of what they had organised to do to Bai Liu made them so scared that their faces turned white.

Not to mention the fact that Bai Liu has now swallowed so many points that it would be easy to do anything to them.

Bai Liu was all smiles as he shook hands with the Wild Lambs team, chatting to each other as he did so.

"Oh, I know you, just had Wang Shun check you out, there's a police station about a kilometre from your house, seventeen minutes walk, the motorbike takes like a minute to drive."

"There's a police station five kilometres from your home ......"

"Your house is in a good location, there are three police stations nearby, which one do you prefer?"

After the handshake, the men of the frenzied lambs looked as if they had been severely beaten, covered in cold sweat and wanting to cry, frozen in place, not daring to move.

They had been acting with Kong Xuyang for so long that they had learned long ago that what was even more terrifying than what happened to them in the game was that everything they had ever known about the real world, the only place they belonged, had been gutted.

Players in the game world, no matter how crazy they are, are there for someone in reality, or some kind of reliance, and having their reality known is an extremely scary thing; they understand this and happily use this weakness to attack all their opponents in the game.

Earlier they did this to others with the paparazzi, and now Bai Liu is doing the same to them with Pepsi.

One can only say that karma is a cycle of retribution.

Bai Liu shakes hands and doesn't leave yet, asking in a friendly way, "Where is that [paparazzi] member of yours? I'd like to meet and make friends."

You can't call that getting to know each other!

The Manic Lamb's people are hissing inwardly - you are deliberately seeking revenge!

But even so, they did not dare to resist.

The [paparazzi] came out trembling, walked in front of Bai Liu and fell on his heels, a sneer went up from the audience. ...Bai, President Bai, I am the paparazzi."

Bai Liu looked at him slowly for a while: "Did you keep all the pictures of the victims you took?"

The paparazzi nodded hesitantly, "...... keep it."

"That's good." Bai Liu smiled, "There are two police stations near your house, put on your evidence photos, get on your crime prop motorbikes and turn yourselves in if you don't want to be tortured to death by me in the game."

The men of the Frenzied Lamb were stunned for a moment, first with the ecstasy of having come back from the dead, then quickly reacting that something was wrong.

"Bai, President Bai ......" the paparazzi warily and cautiously asked, "We've erased all traces of our crimes in reality, we can't turn ourselves in even with the evidence ......"

"What does that have to do with me?" Bai Liu had a smile on his face, but the emotion under his eyes was cold, "I just want to see you suffer."

"If you're erased, you'll find your own way back."

Bai Liu glanced up at the paparazzi, a glance that nearly froze them in place as he heard Bai Liu smile and whisper in his ear, "Of course if you can't recover, I'd actually prefer to take it upon myself to torture you."

"We'll get it back somehow! The paparazzi screamed out in shock and sweat, taking a few steps back away from Bai Liu's vicinity, looking at him in fear and stressing, "We will definitely recover those marks to turn ourselves in!!!"

Bai Liu averted his gaze and turned to give a faint hint: "I'll see."