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Zhu Wuneng tugged at his uniform with both hands and muttered in disgust, "Everything about this match is fine, except this skin on my back feels uncomfortable."
Gao Cuilan's starry eyes softened as she covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter ringing through the preparation room like silver bells.
Chen Mu joined in the teasing. "I reckon Sixth isn't coming back because of this. He's afraid we'll all lay into him the moment we see him. Serves him right for coming up with such a rotten idea."
As he spoke, he pointed at the nameplates on the backs of their uniforms, emblazoned with the words "Chain Market."
Chen Shurui nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Exactly! Apart from A Fu, who doesn't care, everyone here is in a bad mood."
"We had perfectly good uniforms. Why insist on adding something like this? It really ruins our image."
Dugu Fu was thrown into disarray at that. His lips flew into motion. "Hey, hey! What do you mean, I don't care? Why single me out?"
"I have a sense of aesthetics too, all right? Sticking this nameplate on our backs looks weird."
Chen Bin offered a dry remark from the side. "You're so used to people rolling their eyes at you that you're probably immune to little changes like this."
Zhu Wuneng slapped his thigh and laughed. "The Seventh Young Master is right! You used to be green all over. Only after your martial soul evolution did you become easy on the eyes, with those fine features."
The remark left Dugu Fu choking on his words. He opened his mouth but could say nothing, and could only roll his eyes helplessly.
For someone from the modern world like Chen Xiaojun, this really was no big deal. Well, perhaps it