In the training room of the Xinghui Youth Training Camp, the air conditioner whirred cold air, and the sound of keyboard typing was like crackling beans. There was a strange smell of instant noodles, sweat, and cheap coffee mixed in the air. Anyone who stayed there for a long time would become confused.
Bai Xingyou huddled in the corner, with his back straight and his fingers resting on the keyboard but not moving much. The screen lit up the hero selection interface of "Star Territory". The cursor floated back and forth among a bunch of flashy warriors, assassins, and shooters, and finally fell back to the most unpopular and least existential auxiliary position.
He is squishy, with skin as white as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg. His eyes are slightly droopy. He doesn't look aggressive. He even speaks in a soft voice. He is incompatible with the group of rough men in the training room who shout and kill every day and talk about "fighting the opponent" and "this wave will win".
No wonder, after only half a month in the youth training camp, he was labeled a vase.
