When Jiang Siming walked in through the door, the four men's dispirited moods instantly shot back up as if they had been injected with adrenaline. They all jumped to their feet, ran over to him, and punched him once each.
"Damn, Old Jiang, you came without even saying anything."
"Brother Jiang, did you sneak over here just to watch us embarrass ourselves?"
"Brother Jiang, are you making a comeback? I'll give up my spot—come play!"
"Haha, Brother Jiang, we've all missed you so much."
The five old comrades had gathered together again, this time at the competition venue.
Many 4AM fans were so excited that tears filled their eyes as they shouted, "Youth is Back!"
After greeting them, Jiang Siming smiled and said, "I watched you guys play from below. It was so hard to stomach. Did you play like that because you wanted to let your father eat more tonight?"
The four immediately scratched their heads awkwardly.
Wei Shen shouted with a laugh, "Damn! We can't let you look down on us, man. Brothers, in the next two games, show them our true strength! We can't let this World's Richest Man look down on us!"
"No problem! We have to show our strongest form!"
"Go, go, go! Let's make it to the World Championship!"
Jiang Siming's words had thoroughly provoked the four of them.
In fact, the best friends were often each other's best cheerleaders.
Jiang Siming nodded in satisfaction. "Then I'll wait for your good news. I'll watch from below until you finish, and treat you all to dinner tonight. Of course, whether you'll have the nerve to come eat depends on what results you achieve."
"Your sister! The way you put it, how could we still have the nerve to eat if we don't make it to