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In some forgotten chat room:
Milk_Dad: So… I’ve heard you might be looking for a cleric?
Number_One_Terror: This chat is still available? Man, this bring so many memories…Wait, who is this?
Number_One_Terror: Yin Xiong! You are still using that nickname? Xia Ming will die laughing when she hears of this.
Number_One_Terror: Not that my name is not much better… who changed it? Was it Su Muqiu?
Number_One_Terror: Anyway, long time no talk.
Milk_Dad: You will tell no one.
Milk_Dad: I forgot this was even my nickname… Are you looking for a cleric or not?
Number_One_Terror: Yup. Why, are you offering? *wink* *wink* Wanna join the chaos?
Milk_Dad: No. Please, don’t even… don’t even suggest that.
Milk_Dad: I would probably die from anxiety the day before our first match. Standing on the strange again *shudders* No thanks. I am happy with my life as a shut in, thank you very much.
Number_One_Terror: Aww. (๑◕︵◕๑) And here I was planning a reunion. Though we should totally plan one. (¬‿¬)
Number_One_Terror: Why you asking then?
Milk_Dad: I might know a good candidate. He is my cousin’s university friend that comes here sometimes to play Glory as a cleric. Not bad.
Number_One_Terror: Listening.
Milk_Dad: He has a good head, calm and serious, quite exceptional at seizing opportunities. He doesn’t have much experience, and his hand speed and reaction time are slow in pro-player standards. But for a team as yours it might not be a problem.
Milk_Dad: I see the potential; with proper training he would fit well with your team.
Milk_Dad: I could train him for a while, I know you are busy. But think about it.
Number_One_Terror: What is there to think about? If you say he has potential, then he has potential. Let’s try it. Tell him to add me, I’m using Lord Grim.
Milk_Dad: *thumbs up*
Milk_Dad: Btw, is Wu Xuefeng returning? I’ve seen your Weibo post, he looks good.
Number_One_Terror: He is. For a season.
Milk_Dad: … I pity your opponents. Brother Wu seems nice, until he starts scheming the death of his opponents. Then he is ruthless.
Number_One_Terror: True, true.
Number_One_Terror: I respect him so much…
Milk_Dad: You two are horrible. Letting you two partner up should be against the rules.
Number_One_Terror: Ψ(☆ｗ☆)Ψ
Number_One_Terror: We should probably try to get the gang back together for a night out. Have dinner. Steal some Wild Bosses. Screw with some pros. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Number_One_Terror: I think Wu Xuefeng’s reappearance made me sentimental…
Milk_Dad: …
Milk_Dad: *sigh*
Milk_Dad: Yea, keep saying that to yourself. You’re just looking for an opportunity to get free labor and extra materials.
Milk_Dad: Sure. It would be nice to meet your brother and everyone else. I’m leaving the planning to you.
Milk_Dad: And stop using those faces for everything that is sacred, do you want to scar someone for life?
Number_One_Terror: ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)
Number_One_Terror: ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ
Number_One_Terror: つ´Д`)つ
Milk_Dad: ... Do whatever you want.
Number_One_Terror: (๑ゝڡ◕๑)