With global currency devaluation, I'll wear these back and take my whole family flying!

Outside the building, a group of boys who had just returned from outside were circling around Shen Xing's car, admiring it.

"Holy crap, that's so cool!"

"These lines, this texture, it's truly worthy of a Ferrari!"

Whose car is this?

The boys exchanged glances and then shook their heads.

Irving was among them and immediately guessed, "It's probably one of those people."

The "few people" I'm referring to are the professional esports players from the club. There aren't many people in this building who can afford a Ferrari.

As he spoke, Irving couldn't help but sneer: "That's the difference. Being a pro means making money. Damn it, when I become a pro, I'll buy a car just as nice."

Someone had already taken a picture and searched for information about the car, and immediately exclaimed, "Holy crap, this car hasn't even been released yet! And this color is a limited edition!"

Not listed on the stock exchange?

"Where did you buy it if it wasn't on the market yet?"

A crowd gathered around, and upon closer inspection of the page on the phone, they discovered that it really was not yet available for sale.

Someone looked at Irving and said, "Then you might be wrong. No matter how much money they make in their profession, can they afford to buy unreleased limited edition colors? It's definitely not them."

Upon hearing this, Irving felt somewhat better.

"That must be our boss, who else could it be?"

The big boss in this building is the most powerful. Even professional gamers would hesitate over the price of this car.

A group of boys lined up to take photos with the car before laughing and joking as they entered the building.

In the rooftop lounge, many people were gathered together chatting. Several players who had just been called to Haichang's office were there, and they were talking about what had just happened.

"Didn't you ask Haichang's coach why?"

"What are you asking? We're all terrified. None of us dare to say a word, our heads are down."

"When Coach Haichang called my name, I almost pushed the person next to me out of the way. I wasn't going to go."

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.

But with so many people, there are bound to be some who use their brains. Besides, bystanders often have a clearer perspective. A boy wearing glasses said, "But this is a bit unusual. You're all from Group A. There's no reason for you to be transferred to a new team. Maybe there's something going on."

"What inside story could there be? Why don't you volunteer yourself?"

The boy quickly shook his head: "No, I was just saying..."

Indeed, it is human nature to pursue tangible benefits; people are unwilling to gamble on ambiguous or speculative advantages.

Near the back of the hall, Xu Qinmei leaned against the people, quietly listening to their conversation, occasionally taking a sip of the freshly squeezed pineapple juice in front of her.

It has a perfect balance of sweet and sour, and is refreshingly cold; it's very delicious.

Even though she tried her best to keep a low profile and remained silent from beginning to end, her presence was still impossible to ignore.

Because she is a girl, and a young and beautiful girl at that.

"Hey, look..."

Some people couldn't contain themselves and took the initiative to remind others to look at Xu Qinmei's position.

Her back was somewhat slender, but she sat extremely upright and straight.

One of the boys laughed and said, "Isn't she tired? I saw her just sitting there the whole time, without even leaning against the back of the chair."

The news that the club signed a female player had already spread. I heard that this female player once won a solo match against Xiao Lu from Group A. Although Xiao Lu didn't admit it, the news still got out.

Xiao Lu is one of the strongest mid-lane players in the club, so it's hard for others to believe that he was beaten by a girl.

While everyone was discussing it with great enthusiasm, the next second, everyone's expression changed.

Owen and his group entered the lounge and headed straight for Xu Qinmei's seat.

The other boys raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances. They all knew what kind of reputation Kyrie Irving and his group had in the club. Now they were eyeing the new female player?

But no one dared to make a sound; they could only watch secretly from afar.

"Hello, beautiful!"

Owen plopped down in the chair opposite Xu Qinmei, and the others followed, some sitting and some standing, all grinning at her.

Xu Qinmei raised her eyes, silently scanned the people in front of her, and asked in a calm tone, "Is there something you need?"

"Don't you remember me?" Owen raised an eyebrow, trying to help Xu Qinmei recall: "When you first came here..."

He was one of only two witnesses to Xu Qinmei's victory over Xiaolu; the other was Coach Haichang.

Xu Qinmei has a very good memory; she actually recognized Owen at first glance, but she still looked at him and asked again, "Is there something you need?"

Irving's smile froze for a moment, but then he smiled nonchalantly again: "You're new here, you probably haven't been matched with a suitable team yet, right?"

"Isn't team formation the coaching staff's responsibility?" Xu Qinmei frowned slightly and said softly, "Besides, whether I'm matched with a team or not is none of your business, right?"

Someone immediately started jeering: "That beautiful lady is so heartless!"

Others quickly followed up with an explanation: "You're not ranked in the league, you're just an ordinary player, you can form your own team, the coaching staff doesn't interfere with you."

Irving then took the opportunity to show off his connections: "I see you're new here and a girl, so you must be shy and hesitant to take the initiative. How about I help you find teammates? I know all the hundred or so people in this club very well."

Xu Qinmei looked at Owen and asked expressionlessly, "The person I beat was your friend, right? Would you kindly help me?"

"That's because you're capable. Of course, I have my requirements." Owen raised an eyebrow and, without waiting for Xu Qinmei's agreement, continued, "Anyway, from now on, whenever you see me at the club, call me Brother Owen. I'll protect you. Buy me a drink in this lounge occasionally, and if you'd like to treat me to a meal as a thank you, that would be even better..."

"No need." Xu Qinmei coldly interrupted Owen's rambling, picked up her juice and drank it all in one gulp before standing up. Under Owen's slightly surprised gaze, she said, "Your expectations of me have exceeded your looks."

After saying that, she turned around and said calmly to the boy blocking her way, "Excuse me."

The other party was shocked by Xu Qinmei's attitude towards Owen and what she had just said, and inexplicably stepped aside to make way for her.

It wasn't until Xu Qinmei had walked away that everyone came to their senses. Owen felt his face burning hot, as if he had been slapped.

What did she mean by that? Was she saying I'm ugly?

No one else dared to respond, so they could only change the subject, saying, "This woman has quite a temper; she seems so gentle and quiet. I really didn't expect that."

Xu Qinmei hadn't completely ignored these people; she had grasped the key point one of them made.

"She is not ranked in any league, she is a regular player, and she can form teams freely."

In addition, she had overheard another group of people discussing a new team where the coach wanted to transfer a mid-lane player.

So she went straight to Coach Haichang's office and knocked on the door without hesitation.