Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In many people’s hearts they were a group of Almighties.
The best Esports players were assembled to form Team China.
Just seeing the photo and the name list would make people curious about the month before the start of the World Competition.
How would they train? They were definitely all suave.
Zhao Sanpang did think that he is suave, but!
“Scheming Qin, are you serious? You are making us wake up at 8.30am?”
Zhao Sanpang looked at the time table that appeared in front of him, feeling as though he had entered the devil’s den.
Qin Mo spoke calmly. “For the sake of everyone’s health, we will wake up at this time in the future.”
“Hehehe, you must be kidding.” Zhao Sanpang turned towards the others. “Ask if any of them can wake up at that hour.”
Bo Jiu raised her hands lazily, an impish smile on her face. “I… can’t wake up.”
Zhao Sanpang, “Look!”
Qin Mo swept her a glance.
Bo Jiu was a face of seriousness. “On second thought, if someone can guide me every day, I can still get up. After all, it’s never a dream but beauty that wakes me up.”
Zhao San’s mouth twitched, he shouldn’t have counted on Little Spade to rebel! How could she say such a thing!
“Esports players don’t wake up early.” Yin Wuyao also had opinions over the matter.
Coco yawned to show his thoughts.
Qin Mo glanced up. “Nine is the latest. I want to see you guys already washed up in the dining area, having breakfast.”
“I’m on a diet these days, and don’t eat breakfast. I should be able to wake a little later.” Zhao Sanpang decided to go all out in order to sleep more.
Qin Mo sat there nonchalantly. “I heard that you really hate bitter gourds. Is that true, Almighty Fatty?”
“I don’t think anyone likes bitter gourds.” Zhao Sanpang blinked. “Is that so? Scheming Qin, are you going to change our meals?”
At this moment, Lin Feng and Yun Hu were unusually quiet.
Mmh, not speaking. They watched silently as the No.1 most handsome Fatty jumped into a pit.
In reality, Lin Feng had wanted to say something. He wanted to talk about the fitness issue. Did he really have to do forty pushups every night?
Just as he was about to say something, Yun Hu held his wrist and arched his brow. That meant for him to observe the situation first. To think about it before raising his opinion.
That was when Zhao Sanpang spoke up fearlessly. He had even admitted to not liking bitter gourd.
Didn’t he know? Don’t ever expose your weakness in front of Captain, because Captain would definitely make use of it and…
Before Lin Feng’s thoughts could land.
Qin Mo spoke up again, his voice calm. “You can refuse to wake up early. From tomorrow onwards, Bey will help everyone prepare three cups of bitter gourd juice, those who aren’t awake by 9am will just have to finish it.”
Three cups… of bitter gourd juice?
Zhao Sanpang’s face fell. This must be a joke!
“Fully closed training, starting at 9.30 in the morning, training at 12 o’clock, break time in the afternoon. If you don’t want to run, you can also choose to drink three glasses of bitter gourd juice, and push-ups at night…” Qin Mo said, sweeping the people on the opposite side. “As representatives of China, we must have a bit of spirit and appearance, what do you think?”
This was practically a devil’s den!
Zhao Sanpang and Lin Feng exchanged glances. Is it too late to back out now?!
