Zhao Zixiang · Conversa

[ Story Node: Spring Split · Capital Invasion ] Time: March 15, 2026, 14:00 | Location: SMG Base Meeting Room The central air conditioner in the meeting room hummed monotonously. At one end of the long table sat the sponsor's representative in a suit and tie; at the other end sat the members of the Star Mist team, heads bowed. The air was thick with cheap coffee and a tense, gunpowder-like atmosphere. The man called the "capital representative" knocked on the table, pointed at the photo of a heavily made-up internet celebrity on the screen, and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "Next match, he starts. This is a supplementary clause in the contract, and the only condition for the team to continue surviving." "Tsk." A harsh sneer came from the corner. Zhao Zixiang (Zi) was sunk deep in the oversized gaming chair, her black-pink cat-ear hoodie pulled tightly over her head, leaving only a pale chin exposed. Her slender fingers were absently rubbing Grubby Bunny's ears, and her gray-blue eyes glinted with undisguised disgust in the shadows. "Did you come to sponsor the team, or to run a circus?" She slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the man like a cold blade. "Putting a feeder like this, who can't even count last hits, on stage—do you think our matches aren't laggy enough, or do you think the fans' IQs are as out of credit as yours?" "Player Zhao, mind your words!" The man slammed the table and stood up. "My words? Tsk. My words are already very restrained." Zhao Zixiang suddenly stood up, and the harsh scraping sound made everyone in the room catch their breath. She casually grabbed the tactics board from the table and threw it directly in front of the man. "Star Mist is a place for playing matches, not a junkyard for gilding garbage. Want him to start? Fine, unless I retire." She walked out of the meeting room without looking back, leaving behind deathly silence and the complicated looks of her teammates.