Chapter 473: Qiao Mu Private High School

After the announcement of the results of the Killer Sequence forfeit double, the room erupted.

The doubles is the dominant event in the killer sequence, forfeiting another game of their regular dominant event at a time like this when they have just lost the singles and need the crowd support the most.

This is a very unexpected choice.

This means that the Killer Sequence has lost two games in a row to the Roving Circus, a newcomer guild.

There were whispers in the audience and Mu Sicheng, who was sitting on a wooden bench ready to play, was confused: "What, I don't have to play in a double?"

Bai Liu rolled up his collar and straightened the bandage on his wrist, and mumbled plaintively, "Straight to the tournament."

"President." Looking at Bai Liu's breezy face, Wang Shun couldn't help but say something more, "Although the ace player of the killer sequence, Spades, is not in this match, and the core tactician, Reverse God, is seriously injured, it looks like we have a better chance of winning."

"But I personally think." Wang Shun hesitated before speaking up, "They still have a better chance of winning than we do."

Bai Liu's eyes swept over, "Do you have any new data to share with me?"

Wang Shun scratched his face and smiled bitterly, "It's not really new, but I've been analyzing the major star teams, especially their team performance, so I know their team win-loss ratio."

"They're missing Spades and it looks like they've lost a big player, but it's not."

Wang Shun taps into the system panel: " Spades has always been a straggler in team games and has never worked well with the other four, as I'm sure you all know, and in the pool Spades trains alone a lot of the time."

"At this time, the person training with the other four in the assassin sequence is actually another person, who is a member of the reserve team of the assassin sequence, called [Zhou Gong]."

Wang Shun taps on the panel and a photo pops up of a fresh-faced boy with a few pimples on his forehead who doesn't look very old.

"It doesn't look like much, why is it called [Duke of the Week]?" Mu Sicheng couldn't help but spit out.

"It's said to be skill related." Wang Shun looked at Bai Liu with complicated eyes, "The gossip I heard said that in the early stages of the playoffs Spades and the team had not been working well together, and that Reverse God was making preparations to have [Zhou Gong] on as a direct team match fixture."

"Because he fits in well with the other four."

"But in the end it was always Spades who kept up, so it didn't change." Wang Shun takes a deep breath, "but that speaks volumes."

"This shows that in the eyes of the Reverse God, the tactician, [the Duke of the Week] is even more useful than Spades in a team game."

Bai Liu glanced at the photo: "I think that's the player who replaced Spades in the tournament, anything else about him?"

"No, he was rarely seen on the field, so there was no exemption." Wang Shun shook his head, "I haven't got any other information about him either, the only thing I know is that he seems to have an unusual relationship with Liao Ke, another member of the Killer Sequence."

Bai Liu asked rhetorically, "Not generally?"

Wang Shun said, "[Duke Zhou] and Liao Ke seem to be players of the same skill set, and he calls Liao Ke his teacher."

"So that means that the Reverse God is going to play two control players in this game?" Liu Jiayi frowned, "Is he going to play a long range offensive and defensive game?"

"That's right." Tang Erda seemed to remember something, he looked serious and asked Bai Liu in a whisper, "Did you get Spades' soul in that scene just now, so you can use his panel?"

"Not quite got it." Bai Liu clicked on his system panel, he looked at the soul note data on it with downcast eyes, "I can't use his panel until he's fully aware of who he is."

The soul note of the last one on his system panel shows a closed-eyed Tavel, lying with his hands on his chest in a white baptismal font, holding the coin hanging from his heart.

--That's the coin Bai Liu gave him.

Killer sequence side.

The Reverse God patted the pimple-faced boy on the shoulder and looked at ease: "Zhou Gong, I'll leave the next game to you, Bai Liu."

Zhou Gong took a deep breath as he lifted his head, his gaze was filled with determination, "Don't worry leave it to me, Captain!"

"I've been preparing for today's match against Bai Liu for a long, long time under my teacher's tutelage!"

Liao Ke also nodded as he looked to the Reverse God with a complex look in his eyes, "We've been preparing for ten years."

"It won't be lost, Captain."

The MC raised his hand down the middle and shouted passionately, "Let's have both teams on the field!"

"Let's go." The Reverse God lifted his uniform jacket and put it on with one hand, his gaze clear and determined, "To meet my greatest opponent."

"Let's go." Bai Liu stood up, he pulled his gloves tight and raised his eyes, nothing on his face, his tone calm, "To meet my best friend."

"This is a life or death battle, the loser's league career will stop here!" The host raised his left hand high and dropped it hard, "Let's hope that it's this year's big dark horse, the Wandering Circus on a continuous high, or our strongest duo, the Killer Sequence, who continue their championship run of glory!"

"Will both tacticians please come forward and shake hands!"

Bai Liu and the Reverse God walked up the steps and they approached each other step by step, both with bland and natural expressions on their faces, as if this was not a crucial final, but a normal game they played every day of their lives.

The Reverse God looked at Bai Liu, he smiled a little and extended his hand, "Still here with you to play the game ah."

Bai Liu glanced down at the Reverse God's outstretched hand, he hmmed and held it out as well, speaking abruptly, "We've been playing all sorts of messed up games for almost ten years now, haven't we?"

The Reverse God was stunned for a moment, he smiled in recognition and also hmmed, "Almost ten years."

The two men's hands were interlocked in what should have been an atmosphere of sabre-rattling and instant tension, but the two men knew each other too well for them to be wary of each other or to tighten up.

-- it's as if there's an instinctive conviction that the other person won't hurt them, so it's just a game.

"You're the prophet." Bai Liu raised his eyes and he asked abruptly, "And have you read the final ending of the game between you and me?"

After a long, long moment of silence, the Reverse God looked down at the hand he was holding with Bai Liu and replied very softly, "No."

Bai Liu asks, "Why?"

"Because of fear." The Reverse God looked up with a smile as he scratched his face and sighed as if it were a little hard to say, "I'm a very timid person, and when I fear that future, I don't predict it."

Bai Liu continued calmly, "What is your fear in the future? Fear that I will win, fear that I will not die as you wish?"

"Don't make me sound so cold." The Reverse God looked at Bai Liu, he smiled soothingly, but as if he was about to shed tears the next moment his eyes filled with a layer of light, "I've watched over you growing up, for ten years, and I know that in your heart I'm your best friend."

"But you're also my last friend."

Bai Liu's breath hitched.

The Reverse God stepped forward and gave Bai Liu's shoulder a firm one-handed hug, he closed his eyes and whispered in Bai Liu's ear.

"I fear both endings of the game in the future at the same time."

"I'm afraid you'll lose, and I'm afraid I'll lose."

The host shouted, "The game, officially begins!"

"Will both teams please log into the game."

Reverse God and Bai Liu released their clasped hands and they turned away without a second thought, turning their backs on each other as they walked further and further away, neither one looking back, their eyes leveled towards their own battle group.

-- Towards a [future] of your own.

[...... is loading the game ......]

[System Alert: Both players are logged into the game Qiao Mu Private High School]

[(Killer Sequence) vs (Wandering Circus), a five-player team competition game, officially begins].