[Esports] Team Leader Xie, your mid laner is causing trouble again.

After the training match, Liang Shoucheng made them train intensively in the training camp for two more hours before finally relenting and giving them some free time to train.

Taking advantage of this moment, Song Bo pushed open the door and sneaked in furtively.

Behind them was a young man carrying a large cardboard box. The two of them were acting suspiciously, not like they were up to anything.

Jiang Xingle had long been exhausted by the training, and he couldn't wait to get a closer look at any little thing that happened.

He immediately craned his neck and shouted, "Bobo, what's this?"

Song Bo chuckled and didn't rush to explain. He turned to the side and gestured for the young man behind him to speak.

The young man put the box on the table, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said with a smile:

"Dear teachers, these are the clothes we were supposed to wear for the endorsement. The factory is currently producing them in batches. I've brought some samples for you to see."

Now, not only Jiang Xingle, but the others also curiously gathered around.

The young man gave each of them a set.

They made tracksuits, short-sleeved shirts, jackets, and sweatpants, with styles very similar to their usual team uniforms.

The only difference was that the cuffs and hem had some embroidery, with each character's cartoon image and handwritten signature.

Everyone was very satisfied and nodded frequently.

But the young man stood still, looking at the box and then at them, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Another layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression was full of struggle.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, and finally mustered the courage to interrupt their admiration:

"Teachers, there's one more part in the box...

Jiang Xingle immediately leaned closer, grinning, "Haha, you're really funny. Why do you have to use 'body parts' to describe things...?"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a small transparent bag from the box, and then his smile froze on his face.

He looked at it for a couple of seconds, then, in a daze, read aloud the words on the packaging:

"RAK's exclusive endorsed underwear, you deserve it..."

"A man's vulnerable spots need to be carefully protected...?"

"...So that it's perfectly smooth and wrinkle-free, and you no longer secretly pull at your underwear?"

Perhaps the factory also felt that printing male images on women's underwear was not appropriate, so they only made men's underwear.

Yet the effect was still incredibly powerful.

Jiang Xingle doubted herself for two seconds, then, as if burned, quickly threw the object into Li Zhi's arms.

"Lychee, this is yours."

At first, Li Zhi thought she had misheard.

The item fell into my arms, and when I looked down, I realized it really was a pack of underwear.

He held the small vacuum-packed bag blankly. Inside were two neatly stacked strips, even thoughtfully packaged aseptically.

Ready to wear right out of the bag.

The front of the shirt features his headshot and a huge "RAK" logo, making it look like a pair of children's underwear with Ultraman printed on it.

The other side had his ID printed on it, along with the same black underwear and a line of pink English text.

It looks shady no matter how you look at it, like it was bought wholesale from a 24-hour adult vending machine.

Li Zhi's face went from red to yellow, then from yellow to red, finally settling on a burning crimson.

He threw his underwear on the table, then abruptly looked up at Jiang Xingle, his voice rising a half-octave:

"...What is this thing?"

Jiang Xingle looked at Song Bo with a bewildered expression: "What is this thing?"

Song Bo, equally bewildered, looked at the young man and asked, "What is this thing?"

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the young man.

Xie Jichuan took the opportunity to pick up the bag of underwear that Li Zhi had thrown away on the table.

The young man was equally shocked by their astonishment: "Wasn't this what you requested? A leader of the alliance told us to produce underwear as well."

Song Bo quickly retorted, "No way! We're in the legitimate e-sports industry, why would we ask you to make underwear!"

The young man scratched his head: "Ah... really? That leader looked very determined. He said the shareholders at the top of the group are also very supportive."

Song Bo: "...Shareholders?"

The young people couldn't tell who was who at all, and things became a tangled mess.

Xie Jichuan was the first to grasp the key points:

"You just said you'd send us sample garments, and that the factory is producing them in batches, including these?"

He waved the small bag of underwear that Li Zhi was holding.

The young man shook his head. "No, the two production lines operate separately and take turns. The underwear production line can only be started after a batch of clothes has been completed."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially the five people involved.

They simply couldn't imagine that tens of thousands of pairs of underwear with their headshots printed on them would flood the market.

This is a bit too extreme and perverted.

Jiang Xingle, relieved to have escaped death, said, "Then stop production immediately. If some little Omega accidentally buys these underwear, tears it open, and finds my Alpha face, wouldn't that be like a horror movie?"

He rubbed his arms. "I might even get invited in for a chat by the Omega Protection Association."

The young man also breathed a sigh of relief.

He also didn't want to process these kinds of underwear.

The factory is thriving and doing very well. If it's discovered that this is related to the sex industry, then everything will be over.

The young man deftly emptied the remaining packs of underwear from the box, preparing to return and permanently shut down that underwear production line.

"Teachers, rest assured, the finished underwear is all here, so there's no need to worry about it flooding the market."

They all quickly grabbed their own bags of underwear, afraid that the other person would find them and point at their photos to laugh at them.

What I fear even more is that my face will be worn on the other person's butt.

They each clutched a bag of underwear and discreetly returned to their rooms.

Xie Jichuan was holding two bags of underwear. Seeing Li Zhi still standing there with a tense expression, he deliberately shook the bags in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant laughter:

"Give it all to you? I wouldn't mind you wearing it."

Li Zhi instantly bristled and pushed away his outstretched hand: "I don't want it."

Xie Jichuan was waiting for these words.

He nodded obediently, put both packs of underwear into his coat pocket, and said in a casual and matter-of-fact tone:

"Okay, then I'll keep it for you."

Li Zhi opened her mouth as if to refute, but then felt there was nothing to refute, so she could only glare at him angrily and turn back to sit in her chair.

There are three hours of evening training after dinner.

After training, everyone was exhausted and went upstairs to their rooms to wash up and rest.

After taking a shower, Li Zhi suddenly recalled a small team fight from the training match earlier that day.

When coordinating with Xie Jichuan to gank the enemy jungler in the mid lane, the timing of the entry could be optimized by another half second.

He picked up his tablet, slipped on his slippers, walked to Xie Jichuan's room, and knocked on the door.

The door opened a few seconds later, and a wave of warm steam rushed out, carrying the faint, refreshing scent of shower gel.

Li Zhi was engrossed in scrolling through the playback clips on her tablet:

"I've come to review things with you..."

His words stopped abruptly the moment he raised his head.

The Alpha in front of me was shirtless, with a damp towel draped over his shoulder as he dried his hair.

She had clearly just finished showering; the residual heat in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and her skin was covered with a thin layer of moisture.

Water droplets slid down the side of her neck, past her collarbone, and down the lines of her chest.

Li Zhi's gaze unconsciously followed the water droplet, watching it slide across the crease of her abdominal muscles and then disappear into the edge of her shorts waistband.

A section of black fabric peeked out from the waistband of the pants, with familiar pink English lettering on it.

Lychee.