Ever since discovering that Zong Cheng still had eight-pack abs, Yin Chen woke up.
People really shouldn’t only chase endless pleasures!
A balanced life with work and exercise sprinkled in—that’s how you truly enjoy happiness!
Seeing Yin Zong spending three consecutive days in the office, A Mao and the secretary team were completely confused.
“What’s going on? Did Yin Zong and Zong Zong have a fight? They haven’t had a meal together in a while, right?”
“No idea… Has it been several days already? Maybe Zong Zong is on a business trip?”
“That can’t be—yesterday I still saw Zong Zong’s car pass by.”
After the discussion, the secretaries all turned to A Mao.
A Mao raised his hands helplessly. “I really don’t know! I really, really don’t know!”
If he knew, why would they even need to discuss it? Sigh. It’s hopeless.
Everyone fell into thought.
Just then, the office door opened, and Yin Chen walked out.
Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
Yin Chen hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he called out to A Mao.
A Mao was still wondering what Yin Zong wanted, when the person in front of him spoke:
“Find me a professional fitness coach in the next few days, and also a nutritionist.”
Huh?
A fitness coach? A nutritionist?
Why would Yin Zong need these people?
Yin Chen clarified:
“Try to find the best. Send me their information if you find suitable candidates.”
“Understood, Yin Zong.”
A Mao replied automatically.
“Mm, I’ll head to BZ. No urgent matters here, handle things yourselves.”
Work still takes up too much time; he’ll squeeze in gym time during work hours. Yin Chen thought.
The BZ base.
Deep winter had set in, and many BZ team members were already feeling fatigued.
Xie Liu watched the little rascals, one waking up later than the next, and his anxiety was about to boil over.
How can they all be so clueless?
The eSports community isn’t exactly optimistic about BZ’s current strength, especially after the last match against ZWG—they weren’t favored at all.
True, it was unavoidable.
But!
Without practice matches, they couldn’t gauge other teams’ strengths, plan strategies, or train effectively!
Heart in knots, Xie Liu was about to drag everyone up, when he received a call from Yin Chen.
“What? You’re coming now?”
Xie Liu’s heart skipped a beat.
If Yin Zong came now, he’d see all the little rascals still half-asleep? That would be disastrous!
“Mm, I want to see how the team’s training is going.”
Yin Chen’s tone was faintly teasing.
“What? You don’t want me to come?”
How could he not welcome him!
Xie Liu inwardly wanted to scream, but thinking of the sleepy rascals, he wished Yin Chen hadn’t said that at all.
He took a deep breath.
Well, whether early or late, death comes anyway!
If you’re going to die, might as well face it head-on!
“It’s not that… it’s just that the team is a bit lazy recently. I was afraid if you came and saw, you’d get angry.”
And in a huff, maybe dissolve BZ entirely.
Xie Liu imagined a hundred different ways BZ could “die.”
Yin Chen typed a question mark.
“They lost to ZWG not long ago. And they still slack off?”
Shouldn’t they be training like mad, pushing themselves to get back on top?
“Well…” Xie Liu smiled wryly.
“A few are diligent, like Zhuo Fan and two others, but the rest are somewhat… undisciplined.”
“Can’t you supervise them?” Yin Chen tapped the steering wheel.
“I do, they train, but the moment I’m gone, it gets lax.”
Xie Liu sighed. “My biggest headache is their lack of motivation. And after the last match with ZWG, no other teams wanted practice matches with us. Otherwise, I could’ve forced them to train hard.”
Practice matches? Yin Chen was thinking when suddenly a car stopped beside him.
What?
There had been a line of cars, now this one just cut in?
He glanced—Phantom Rolls-Royce.
And inside, a familiar face.
Yin Chen caught sight of Dongfang Wan, a thought flashing through his mind.
“I’ve found a suitable team for practice matches. I’ll tell you later, bye.”
Huh?
A suitable team? What team?
Xie Liu on the other end was utterly confused.
“Wan Shao, didn’t expect to see you here! Long time no see.”
Yin Chen’s rare high-cold gaze met Dongfang Wan as he lightly honked; the window slowly rolled down.
What? How did he manage to meet Yin Chen here too? Persistent ghost.
Dongfang Wan forced a smile.
“Well, didn’t expect to run into you here, Yin Zong. Any reason?”
He couldn’t help but glance at Yin Chen’s car—Lamborghini, usual. Still, he won.
Dongfang Wan’s smug face faltered at Yin Chen’s emphasis on ‘also’.
He stayed calm. “So what?”
As long as Dongfang Group could eat and drink with their own effort, Yin Chen would be powerless.
And sooner or later, he’d find Yin Chen’s weakness.
Dongfang Wan, compared to Dongfang Lie, was still lacking, unable to control his emotions.
Yin Chen frowned slightly. Considering BZ’s unmotivated members, he tapped the wheel.
“DF team hasn’t played practice matches with other teams, right? BZ has experience. If DF needs it, we can play a practice match.”
Free sparring—why not?
And a reminder for BZ—those good perks aren’t free.
Yin Chen leaned back, thinking, already plotting a hundred practical uses for Dongfang Wan.
Playing practice matches with BZ? Was he dreaming?
Did he want DF to use BZ as a stepping stone?
Dongfang Wan almost refused, then a thought struck.
If DF played practice matches with BZ, whose reputation hasn’t been built yet, they could ride BZ’s heat from playing the champions ZWG.
If DF wins, not just fame, but profits too!
His heart warmed at the opportunity.
Dongfang Wan’s scheming eyes watched Yin Chen as if he were a homework assignment.
“Sure,” he said hypocritically.
“Since you’ve suggested it, Yin Zong, how could I refuse? Friday evening, then?”
What was he scheming?
Yin Chen observed Dongfang Wan’s face calmly.
“Fine, Friday it is.”
Whatever Dongfang Wan plotted, as long as this practice match was won, nothing else mattered.
Unless… BZ lost.
Starting the engine, Yin Chen thought of the result, a chilling smile forming.
He had a way to make sure BZ could only win.
The rumble of engines, drifting tires—Xie Liu didn’t even need a call; he knew Yin Chen had arrived.
He anxiously gave the young rascals each a kick.
“Quick, wash your faces! Don’t let me see you slacking!”
“Okay, got it.”
“Go now.”
The players lazily obeyed.
Tang Chen and Zhang Taining walked over, exhausted from constant battles to determine the ultimate Gun King. Tang Chen hadn’t even used a face mask in ages.
“Huh? Yin Zong’s coming today?”
Xie Liu felt somewhat relieved—at least two were obedient.
“Yes, wash your faces and get alert, don’t embarrass yourselves!”
Tang Chen muttered, “Why fear? Yin Zong’s nice. Maybe he brought breakfast for us.”
No sooner had he said it, Yin Chen entered.
Full presence radiating, long coat flowing unnaturally in still air.
Tang Chen’s eyes accidentally met Yin Chen’s cold gaze.
Holy—!
Retract that comment!
Yin Zong looked terrifying! Zong Ge, help!
Holding his breath against the wall, Tang Chen dared not speak.
His actions caught Xie Liu’s attention.
Xie Liu was shocked too!
Yin Zong seemed… angry?
Well, anger is justified.
He swept the team with a stern gaze, then approached cautiously.
“All here? I sent them to wash up earlier.”
“Seems like no motivation? Perfect. I’ve arranged a practice match with DF Friday.”
“Again?” a player muttered instinctively.
Again?
Yin Chen stared; the player shrank back.
“By the way, this match—success only, no failure.”
A wave of panic swept the team.
Before they could speak, Yin Chen’s eyes curved, a dangerous smile appearing.
He casually tossed a photo onto Tang Chen’s lap.
“If you can’t beat a new team like DF, you’ll move here. This villa is yours until you win back the championship cup. Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged one set per person.”
Honestly, after seeing the photo, he was a little curious to see what they’d look like losing.
Everyone looked at Tang Chen’s phone.
Shivers ran through them.
Who wants to leave this luxury villa for a century-old mud house?
And next to it—pigsties!
No way—they cannot lose!