An honor?
Huaxia · Imperial Capital City · In a company's lounge.
Jiang Xiao sat in a chair, head lowered as he played with his phone—or more precisely, looked at the photos on his Weibo.
It was a group photo of the Four-person Team. Taken a week ago in Will Country, it showed the Huaxia Imperial Capital four holding up the trophy on the podium of Allianz Stadium.
The four members of the team were all about the same height, except that Gu Shi'an was taller, making him look slightly out of place. Each person had one hand on the trophy. Together, the four raised the Star Warrior World Cup high into the air, along with one of the highest honors in the world.
After looking at it for a long while, Jiang Xiao slid his finger down and browsed the comments from the Poisonous Milk Fans:
"Little Pi, should I call you a two-time champion or a three-time champion?"
"Little Pi, should I call you the champion of champions or a ham sausage?"
"You're only nineteen. With honors like these, dying now would be worth it, right?"
"Let me tell you, if you hadn't refused to believe in Pi God last time, you'd have four championships by now! There are too few people with the foresight I have."
"A perfect combination of hindsight and flattery! I'm dying~"
"Jiang Xiao." A voice came from behind him.
"Hm?" Jiang Xiao turned his head and saw Han Jiangxue standing at the door in her National Team Uniform, waving at him. "It's time to shoot."
"Ah." Jiang Xiao pulled a rather helpless grimace, his face full of suffering.
A faint smile appeared on Han Jiangxue's face. "Hang in there. This is the last promotional video. After this, we can go home."
After returning