I was called to the rescue by the national team. Only when I joined the team did I realize that all four of my teammates were playing passers-by with their trumpets. Did they think I was a loser? They mocked me for not being able to keep up with my consciousness, dragging me down in my playing style, and not even being qualified to be a sparring partner. But they didn't know that what I deliberately concealed was the "mythical" ID that slaughtered servers all over the world and was deified by the outside world.
On the night of the finals, the starter was seriously injured and retired, and I was temporarily pushed to the C position - all the suppressed talents were fully unleashed, and I overturned the whole court with my incredible skills, beating the opponent's world champion to the point where he threw his earphones in front of everyone.
After the game, four "passers-by" took off their masks. It was Bai Youwei, the goddess I had a crush on for three years, and her championship teammates. She stopped me with red eyes: "So... The scumbag wild king who saved the entire competition area back then was you?"
