The largest screen showed Xunge's perspective, because she had the best overall results in every aspect, including the number of baits she had claimed and the number of times she had broken free from fishing lines. It was also because the most viewers had specifically chosen to watch her when looking at the smaller screens.
This also let every viewer watching her hear Motorcycle and Fat Goose.
Any viewer with even a little sense could naturally guess what skill Motorcycle was about to use, as well as what consequences its famous team-match skill would bring to the other hooked apprentices if used at this moment.
The Blood Elf said softly, "Aren't they good friends?... He clearly heard it."
After she said that, Black Cat began fidgeting in the seat as though something were under her butt. She could neither sit nor stand still, and even the fur along her back bristled slightly.
Before the Blood Elf could ask what was wrong, the pink-haired Dwarf beside her spoke. Her voice was far calmer than Black Cat had expected. "This is the Godly Game, not children playing house."
The Blood Elf turned and stared at the Dwarf's profile for a long time before softly asking, "Are honor and dreams more important than friendship?"
As she asked that, Motorcycle had already made its move. Every image on the screens slowed down, but the spectators outside were unaffected.
"They aren't contradictory." The pink-haired Dwarf looked ahead and said calmly, "Avoiding every conflict and battle isn't friendship. Giving up your hatred and pursuits for someone else isn't friendship either. Chasing dreams and honor alongside like-minded friends is what I consider friendship. The purpose of friends in the Godly Game is to make the game more fun..."
At last, she mercifully turned to look at the