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The Alliance immediately regrets their decision to reinstate voice chatting, but this time it has nothing to do with Huang Shaotian.
When the media asks about his revolutionary form of trash talk, Bao Rongxing scratches his head, befuddled. “I just like singing!”
His teammates have learned to tune it out. The same cannot be said for their opponents.
The opposing team’s Spellblade slams his fist on the table. How did that song manage to pinpoint his deepest insecurities?
Team Happy exits the stage, faces beaming from the win. Wei Chen grins from the sidelines, giving Baozi a big thumbs up.