From Pokémon to The International, Dota 2

Chapter 88 Cosplay Together

When Su Xiaoman pushed open the glass door to the training room on the second floor, the five-seat row was already empty. The monitor was completely black, the keyboard was pushed back into the desktop storage slot, and the headphones were neatly hung on one side of the monitor. Only the spare pair of glasses on the old square table was still sitting upright next to the glasses case, proving that the owner had just left.

Before even reaching the first floor, Lu Chen's loud voice could be heard coming from the direction of the restaurant. He was arguing with someone about something—probably a ranking of some anime character's fighting power, and his tone was extremely confident.

Su Xiaoman turned the corner of the stairs, and the long table in the first-floor restaurant came into view. The five brothers of the Soul-Soul Stone had already changed their clothes and were sitting or standing around the long table waiting for her. Morning light streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, casting a light golden hue on the dark walnut solid wood table, and the coffee in the several mugs on the table was still steaming.

Su Xiaoman's slippers touched the last step of the stairs, and everyone looked up at the same time.

Lu Chen was the first to react. He jumped down from the edge of the table, his eyes wide open, his mouth forming an exaggerated "O", and then slapped his thigh hard—"Oh! Chen Guo! Boss Chen!" His voice boomed in the high-ceilinged open space, making the row of mugs on the dining table tremble slightly. "Captain, why don't you cosplay Su Mucheng?" he said, gesturing with his hands, probably trying to express Su Mucheng's long hair and gun-girl equipment.

"Hey, my best friend is going to cosplay Tang Rou, and I'm cosplaying her sister character too." Her voice was light and cheerful. "And..."

She paused, her gaze sweeping from Lu Chen to Gu Ran, then to everyone sitting or standing around the table. "Don't you all think my role in our team is similar to Chen Guo's?"

Actually, Su Xiaoman had a slight concern about not cosplaying Su Mucheng: if someone on her team cosplayed Ye Xiu, it would look like they were promoting a romantic pairing.

Similarly, but what surprised her was that it seemed that none of the team members were cosplaying this most popular character.

"That makes sense. The captain does seem a bit like Boss Chen."

The others nodded in agreement.

Su Xiaoman then began to observe which characters her teammates were cosplaying:

First up is Wang Chunyu. He clearly put thought into his outfit today. He wore a dark gray trench coat with a clean cut, the shoulder line perfectly positioned at the acromion, and the collar turned up to reveal his Adam's apple. The coat hem reached above his knees, fluttering slightly as he walked. With "Wildfire" in his left hand and "Frostshattered" in his right, combined with his already handsome face, he certainly exuded the aura of a cool and aloof handsome man like Zhou Zekai.

Su Xiaoman looked him up and down and commented, "Old Wang, are you cosplaying Zhou Zekai? The expressionless, taciturn handsome guy really suits your temperament."

XS raised an eyebrow slightly, a very faint smile curving his lips; he's a professional when it comes to cosplay.

Su Xiaoman turned to Lao Fang, her gaze falling on his large black sorcerer's robe. The robe appeared to be of good quality, with intricate dark silver runes embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and the hem almost reaching his ankles, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance. However—

Old Fang chuckled awkwardly, glanced down at his outfit, then looked up at Su Xiaoman, explaining with a rare hint of embarrassment, "I mainly wanted to cosplay as Yingfeng Buzhen, but I couldn't find his 'Hand of Death' cane, so I just grabbed a broom handle and made do."

He was indeed clutching a bare wooden stick in his hand, which looked particularly shabby next to his carefully prepared robe.

Lu Chen, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing. But when Lao Fang glanced at him, he immediately suppressed his laughter, though his shoulders were still shaking.

When Su Xiaoman walked up to Jiang Xia, he was standing quietly next to Lu Chen. His dark purple robe, a typical ghost swordsman's robe, was illuminated by the morning light from the window, giving it a deep and mysterious feel. His hood partially covered his face, revealing only a few strands of purple hair hanging down his shoulders.

One Inch Ash, the Ghost Formation, is the most inconspicuous newcomer in Team Happy. He always stands in the corner and speaks very little, but in every team battle, he places the most precise Ghost Formation in the most crucial position.

Su Xiaoman asked with a smile, "Jiang Xia, is this your cosplay of Qiao Yifan?"

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Jiang Xia looked up, his hood slipped back a little, revealing a pair of barely noticeable blue eyes. He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I feel like this character's temperament is more like mine—a bit of an unknown."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Chen grabbed his shoulder and pulled him so hard that the shoulder seam of his robe was bent crooked.

Today, Lu Chen is cosplaying as Baozi Invasion. His half-length wig is swaying to his ears, and he's wearing a digitally printed collared vest with metal chains hanging from it. The pair of bronze butterfly epaulets on his back are gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He has four leather belts and a fanny pack on his waistband, and a colorful "butt curtain" hanging down his side.

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He put his arm around Jiang Xia and patted his shoulder twice: "What do you mean, 'nobody'! Yi Fan is a big shot, okay! I, Baozi, am known as the Brick Hero in the martial arts world, and you, Yi Cun Hui, are known as the Ghost Array King. We were good brothers in the original story!"

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Su Xiaoman smiled as she watched the two clowns, then turned her gaze to the person on the far side of the long table.

Gu Ran was looking down, one finger propping up his eyelid, the other hand holding a small mirror. Several boxes of colored contact lenses were laid out in front of him, some of them already opened, lying forlornly on the glass tabletop.

Today he was dressed as a magician—a long black robe with wide sleeves and subtle star-patterned embroidery at the hem, a silver chain around his waist, and a large wizard's hat beside him, the curve of the brim casting a shadow under the fluorescent lights. His wig was dark brown, with slightly curled ends, hanging over his shoulders, complementing his deliberately tilted stance.

Su Xiaoman tilted her head and looked at his outfit, then at how he was still struggling with the contact lens in his other eye, and hesitated for a moment: "Xiao Gu, who are you cosplaying? Wang Buliuxing? Gao Yingjie or Wang Jiexi?"

Gu Ran finally finished working on the colored contact lens in his left eye, blinked, and looked up. The pupil of his left eye appeared slightly larger than his right eye under the lens, the effect was not obvious, only a slight asymmetry, but it was this slight difference that changed the overall look of his face.

His left eye was slightly enlarged, and his gaze seemed to be fixed on something deep, as if he was plotting something; his right eye remained sharp and restrained. The two eyes combined to create a sense of oppressiveness, like Wang Jiexi's ability to see right through the tactics board.

He stood up, straightened his robe sleeves, and casually put the great wizard's hat on his head, the brim slightly lowering his gaze. He replied, "That must be Wang Jiexi. The magician from Tiny Herb, his playing style is unpredictable, and he always controls the rhythm of the game. I think this role suits me quite well."

Gu Ran really likes the "Magician" style, and with the help of overclocking, he can indeed have a deep hero pool and a variety of styles.