Chapter 15. In Chapter 15, You Xin's facial expression suddenly...

On February 14th, at 2 PM, You Xin arrived at the All-Star Game venue on time.

The parking lot was already full of vans bearing the team's logo. Wearing a mask, he got out of his car and was naturally stopped by the security guard at the entrance: "Hello sir, this way..."

You Xin took off her mask: "I'm here to participate in the event."

The security personnel then recognized the famous contestant: "Oh, Yux! Please come in... And who are these two behind you?"

He glanced at the two men following You Xin; both were wearing suits. One looked like his muscles were about to burst out of his jacket, while the other wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an inexplicable scholarly air about him.

He doesn't look like someone from the esports scene.

“My staff here,” You Xin said.

"Please come in, please come in," the security guard said hurriedly.

You Xin walked inside and glanced at his watch. He was wearing a sharp suit, the cut of which was clearly carefully tailored, fitting him perfectly and making his shoulders appear broad and his legs long.

So much so that when he walked into the backstage dressing room, everyone turned to look at the door.

The previously noisy lounge suddenly fell silent. Several people even stopped what they were doing on their phones. Many people made no attempt to hide their surprise.

The three members of CG were naturally among them. However, they showed no intention of going up to exchange pleasantries.

A moment later, someone broke the deadlock.

"Xiao You's here?" Milk, sitting on the sofa, waved to him and smiled.

You Xin nodded: "Brother Pei."

After greeting everyone, Milk continued talking to his teammates. At this point, the others seemed to realize that their behavior of watching was a bit impolite, and they all continued talking to the people next to them, but the content of their discussions seemed to have changed from before.

You Xin lowered his eyes slightly.

At that moment, the door behind them was pushed open again.

The moment the newcomer appeared, he exclaimed "Holy crap!" and patted You Xin on the shoulder without any politeness: "Dude, you really came? I thought you weren't coming."

You Xin turned around. The person who came was Guard, the tank player for NJ team, one of the four teams that made it to the World Championship this year. He had previously played with Guard on CG's second team.

“Why wouldn’t I come?” he said.

The guard shrugged: "Didn't you miss the company's annual party?"

"What's the point of the annual meeting?"

"Is the All-Star Game really that interesting? Only fans like watching it. They vote me in every year, it's boring. I'd rather have two more days off."

“You’re unhappy when no one votes for you,” You Xin said, pausing for a moment. “I came here today because I wanted to see someone.”

"Who do you want to see? Who is it?" Guard didn't seem to care much, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added, "Oh right, I heard your team's manager—"

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the lounge was pushed open for the third time.

The person pushing the door had a lot of strength, and the door slammed against the wall with a "bang," causing everyone in the room to look in their direction again.

CG's manager, Yang Lei, stood angrily at the door.

He spotted You Xin not far from the entrance at a glance and immediately revealed a mocking expression: "The big star is here? What, you have time to participate in the All-Star Game but no time to return to the team for training, huh?"

Yang Lei's voice was very loud, and everyone in the lounge could hear it clearly.

The players attending the All-Star Game are all top-tier players in the league. Seeing this, Guard couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Hey, why is he bringing up your team's affairs here..."

You Xin glanced at Yang Lei and said indifferently, "I don't know. Maybe he doesn't have much upbringing."

“You—” Yang Lei’s face immediately turned bright red.

He took two steps at a time, about to reach You Xin, when a figure suddenly appeared from the side and blocked the two of them.

Yang Lei looked up at the tall, muscular man in front of him.

He blurted out, "Who are you?"

The man pushed up his sunglasses and said coldly, "Please stay away from Mr. You Xin."

Yang Lei finally realized what was going on. He gave a ridiculous look: "Seriously, You Xin? You brought a bodyguard to the All-Star game? Are you afraid someone here can beat you up?"

Upon hearing this, the others in the lounge displayed a variety of interesting expressions.

Yang Lei continued, "I can see you know you're in the wrong for not returning to the team. Let me tell you the truth, your current behavior violates our contract. If you continue to ignore our advice and refuse to listen to reason, we'll have to see you in court next month—"

He suddenly stopped speaking.

Because a second man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and squeezed between him and You Xin again.

“Hello, Mr. Yang,” the man said with a smile, pulling a business card from his jacket pocket and pushing it in front of him. “I am Mr. You Xin’s lawyer. Given that my client is currently unwilling to speak with you, you can contact me directly with any questions you may have, including any subsequent legal proceedings. This is my business card.”

Yang Lei's expression seemed to twitch slightly.

It took him a while to finally find his voice. He glanced at the business card that was handed to him, not seeing the familiar law firm logo on it: "Lawyer? What, which law firm are you from? I've never heard of you."

"I currently work in the legal department of Fuguang Group, specializing in contract law," the man said politely, without moving his hand to hand over his business card. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yang."

The guards standing nearby were stunned.

Even he, a homebody who rarely leaves his house, had heard of the formidable reputation of Fuguang's legal department, which was said to be comparable to the legendary Nanshan Pizza Hut in the industry.

Yang Lei had clearly heard of it as well. He took the business card with some skepticism and saw that it clearly stated: "[Leng Ping, Chief Legal Officer of Fuguang Group]".

Yang Lei: "..."

He couldn't help but raise his head.

You Xin was looking down at him, saying nothing. Standing together, You Xin was almost a head taller than him. He had his hands in his pockets, his gaze cold, and since he wasn't wearing his usual team uniform, he really did look no different from a male celebrity on screen.

As for Yang Lei, who also changed into a suit—thanks to his short stature, he looked like a son who had stolen his father's clothes.

Yang Lei immediately felt that he was much weaker than his opponent in terms of momentum.

What's more, the other side also brought two other people with them.

"Fine." After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, "Very well. You just wait and see..."

The door to the lounge slammed shut again.

The professional players who were chatting in twos and threes were all frozen in place, staring at this side with blank expressions.

In the corner, there was an official photographer carrying a camera, who was now scratching his head slowly and blankly, clearly unsure whether he should continue recording.

The guard opened and closed his mouth.

After a long while, he suddenly burst into a shocking burst of maniacal laughter. It took him a long time to catch his breath, leaning against the wall and clutching his stomach. "Dude... how did you come up with the idea of ​​bringing a lawyer? Where did you find Fu Guang's lawyer? Did you see Stone's expression? You really shouldn't have angered him to death, hahaha..."

Yu Xin: "Because I'm too lazy to say a single word to him."

He leaned against the wall, looking somewhat listless. Just then, the door to the lounge was pushed open once again.

A tall, slender figure stood against the light at the doorway, his well-tailored white suit outlining his form, as if all the light in the corridor had been focused on him.

The newcomer had short, creamy-gray hair that shimmered softly in the light. He tilted his head slightly, revealing a face that would be unforgettable to anyone who saw it.

Nan Zhiyi gripped the doorknob, glanced inside, and cautiously asked, "Excuse me, where is this...?"

You Xin's facial expression suddenly brightened.

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