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He was happy because the owner’s arrival indicated the Fang Cheng Studio’s importance to the Multi-Dimensional training center and the entire tournament.

His concern, however, stemmed from the fact that after this period of entertainment, his players and those streamers had become completely fixated on antics.

Losing a match was acceptable, but the shenanigans were indispensable!

Life doesn’t pause, the antics never stop!

Just watching the recent match highlights, the head coach had fully experienced what is called biodiversity and what it means when “meanness is the passport of the mean, nobility is the epitaph of the noble.”

Exchange of moves, deception within deception, sometimes the offline portion was even more exciting than online, content that might be problematic to pass censorship.

One second they were arm in arm, the best of brothers. The next, they were betraying trust, teaming up with others to set someone up.

Overall, it was like watching a large-scale extreme challenge competition, where from head to toe, everyone was alive with activity.

He himself would occasionally be pulled into playing a match or two, only to be thoroughly trolled by this group of crafty people.

And now the thought of Fang Cheng Studio’s owner, Fang Cheng, actually coming here and even participating in a friendly match had the head coach in a complete panic, unable to sleep night after night.

Finally, the day of destiny arrived.

It was now December, nearly the end of the year.

The weather around Rong City had officially entered winter, the damp cold even made one start to miss the noisy summer with its cicadas.

Waking up early, the head coach noticed that the sky had become even gloomier, with the light grey cloud layer pushing down a notch, deepening the gloom in his heart as well.

At last, the car arrived, and Fang Cheng, clad in a black trench coat, smoothly stepped down from the car and approached the head coach with a surprised gaze before extending his hand.

After a gentle handshake, he smiled and said, “Hello, I am the owner of Fang Cheng Studio, Fang Cheng.”

Although it was their first meeting, the head coach found that there was no feeling of strangeness between them.

For some reason, upon seeing Fang Cheng for the first time, he felt the other man was an idealist.

The other person’s gaze was pure and unclouded, like a wise old man calmly surveying him, yet with flames burning deep in the eyes.

And if he weren’t an idealist, he wouldn’t have spent a fortune to create such an interesting competition.

Thus, the head coach was even more anxious.

Unable to help himself, he turned to glance at his club players behind him.

They looked at Fang Cheng as if tigers that had spotted a lamb, their eyes full of hunger.

They were still children, with no respect for the financial backer; all that occupied their minds was “This is the producer of ‘Quiet Cultivation’; let’s use him for fun soon.”

From their expressions, it was evident that they hadn’t remembered a single thing he’d repeatedly emphasized the previous night.

Just as he was about to say something, Fang Cheng looked at the coach and asked, “Where is Chen Liang?”

Before the head coach could reply, Monkey hurried over from a distance, shouting while he ran, “Boss, I didn’t work overtime last night.”

“Hm, remember to make up the rest day when you get back.”

Monkey stomped his foot in frustration but soon cheered up again, chattering non-stop around Fang Cheng.

Being away for over half a month, he even missed the people at the studio, asking about everyone’s latest news.

Then, he expressed that he had been playing Sword Immortal every day recently and that his Sword Immortal skills were now more than five times better than before.

Without the antics, meeting those streamers would’ve meant immediate defeat for them; they wouldn’t last another minute.

Meanwhile, Fang Cheng just looked at Chen Liang and gave a slight nod.

Chen Liang himself had a natural talent for Sword Dao, once the kind of Sword Cultivator coveted by major sects.

But now, such talent had become redundant.

The Human Clan had evolved beyond the need for Sword Cultivators; many past talents were now superfluous.

Thankfully, games still existed.

With that thought, Fang Cheng gained a new appreciation for the significance of games.

They could carry part of a person’s ideals and provide a space for some to exercise their talents.

Their abilities weren’t very relevant in the current era, but within the game, they found opportunities to showcase their skills.

It showed that although gaming was entertainment, it could carry a lot and possess its unique meaning.

Deep in thought, Fang Cheng felt that people needed to get out more.

Some things could never be fully understood without going out and experiencing them personally.

Following Chen Liang into the competition room, Fang Cheng saw it was already crowded with people.

Players and streamers mingled together, indistinguishable at a glance, but their expressions betrayed their identities.

Their eyes brightened, and those who were ready to troll him were definitely the staff from the training center.

Their eyes brightened, and those who were ready to collude with him for antics were definitely the streamers.

As players from the training center, they were still kids, and their thoughts were similar to Monkey’s.

They had no awe for money and power, brimming with youthful spirit, their minds filled with thoughts of how to have the most fun.

But streamers were different; they may not have the skills, but they knew how to create spectacle and how to maximize their viewership.

A good appearance was worth four or five explosive show effects, and even a few minutes of joint streaming with them was worth it.