"Huh? What are you talking about? Didn't I tell you before?
My family runs a Kendo Dojo. First you wanted me to become a professional player, and now you want me to be a model?"
Before Katsuo could say anything, Panshilgon boldly slung an arm around Seiya's shoulders and said, "Hahahaha, I really hadn't expected you, Seiya, to look exactly like your in-game avatar.
Katsuo wasn't wrong. With looks like yours, becoming a model like me shouldn't be much of a problem."
"So that's what this is about—you're saying I'm handsome. Can't help it, I was born this way.
As for Katsuo, he's a little worse than me, but he's passable.
And Sun Yue... is he really too ugly to show his face?"
After spending so much time with Sun Yue and the others, Seiya had inevitably picked up some of their bad habits.
Watching Seiya and Panshilgon standing there with their arms around each other's shoulders and smug expressions on their faces, Sun Yue and Katsuo's mouths twitched.
Damn it, looks-obsessed people deserved to die!
It was understandable for Panshilgon, a top-tier model, to have a hot figure and stunning looks.
But Katsuo and the others had never expected Seiya, a damn dojo instructor, to be this handsome and this young.
Seriously, with assets like that, he could have followed Panshilgon into modeling. Even finding some rich woman to support him would have kept him from struggling financially.
"Seiya should already be quite familiar with Panshilgon and Sun Yue, so I won't introduce them further.
This is Natsume Megumi, a member of my team and also a very skilled professional player."
"Megumi, these three are the powerful outside help I told you I'd invited this time.
Panshilgon is Amane Towa. As a model who often appears in fashion magazines,