Identity Exposure

"Congratulations to the team Hundred Blossoms for their 7:3 lead victory over the team Tyranny!"

The Hundred Blossoms supporters erupted into enthusiastic applause while Tyranny fans hung their heads disappointedly. They lamented that Han Wenqing had nearly defeated Zhang Jiale, but in the end, Zhang Jiale's instantaneous grenade blast sealed the deal.

The players from both teams exited the soundproof booth, shook hands amicably, and the Tyranny team members left the stage in low spirits. In Tyranny's home court, the team Hundred Blossoms members took the stage to accept the audience's cheers.

"Next up, it's time for the long-awaited lucky fan photo session. The lighting director will activate the spotlight to select a lucky audience member to come on stage and take a photo with their favorite player!" The host returned to the stage. "To ensure fairness, music will play, and the spotlight will move randomly. When the music stops, the audience member illuminated by the spotlight will come up on stage. The lucky fan will also receive a gift from the players."

The music began as soon as the host finished speaking, and the lighting director started adjusting the spotlight. The camera followed the spotlight's movement.

The lighting director knew that it was crucial not to select a Tyranny fan after Blossom's win. If a Tyranny fan couldn't control their emotions and punched a Blossom player during the photo session, it would become a major issue and possibly hit the headlines.

"Absolutely no Tyranny fans!" the lighting director reminded himself. However, as he moved the spotlight in a wide circle, it only illuminated dejected Tyranny fans in black and red support gear.

This was Tyranny's home court, with most fans being Tyranny supporters. Blossom fans were few and scattered, making them hard to find.

The lighting director grew nervous as the music quickened, indicating that it would soon stop. The director on site frantically reminded him through the headset not to pick a Tyranny fan!

In his panic, the spotlight moved faster, but due to an unknown issue, the music abruptly stopped seven or eight seconds early, and the spotlight halted.

The camera zoomed in, and the audience gasped, then burst into laughter.

"This guy's impressive, sleeping through all this noise?"

"Oh, resting on his girlfriend's shoulder, spreading the love here?"

"Hey, he looks familiar. Kind of like Liu Hao from Excellent Era, but much better looking."

The audience chattered, and even commentator Li Yibo couldn't help but joke, "Looks like today's match wasn't exciting enough to keep this guy awake."

Indeed, the lucky fan selected was Liu Hao, who was sleeping soundly on Chen Guo's shoulder.

In the front row, Ye Xiu covered his face and muttered, "This guy can not only sleep in the conference room, but here too?"

The boy who had swapped seats with Liu Hao was regretful: "If I hadn't switched seats, I'd be the lucky fan, and the gift would be mine."

The lucky fan's gift was a limited edition figurine worth at least two thousand yuan!

At this moment, Chen Guo's mind was in chaos. She silently cursed the lighting and music directors. How could they pick a sleeping fan? Were they insane?

Forcing a smile, Chen Guo gently patted Liu Hao's face, whispering, "Liu Hao, Liu Hao, wake up, save me, don't leave me here embarrassed."

Liu Hao slowly opened his eyes and was immediately met with a compelling sight through Chen Guo's neckline, glimpsing a milky white expanse and catching a faint milky scent.

Startled, Liu Hao quickly turned his head, blushing and stammering, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just a bit tired..."

Unaware of what Liu Hao had just seen, Chen Guo assumed he was embarrassed about resting on her shoulder and waved it off, "It's fine, it's fine."

Relieved, Liu Hao noticed his confused face on the big screen above.

What's going on? Am I being watched by thousands while sleeping? Damn! This is embarrassing! Liu Hao's mind raced.

Chen Guo quickly reminded him, "You're so lucky, sleeping and still getting picked as the lucky fan."

"For me, it's bad luck," Liu Hao muttered, realizing that going on stage would reveal his identity.

Liu Hao wanted to decline and pass the opportunity to someone else, but the host didn't recognize him and joked, "Looks like our noise woke this lucky fan, but since you're awake, please come up and take a photo with your favorite player? After the photo, you'll receive a Glory figurine. If you're still sleepy, we have a rest room for you to nap."

The humorous comment drew more laughter from the audience, momentarily lifting the spirits of Tyranny fans.

Liu Hao knew he had to go on stage. Forcing a smile, he reluctantly stood up and walked toward the stage.

All eyes were on him, with looks of envy, jealousy, familiarity, and amusement.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Liu Hao thought the journey to the stage was endless, worse than Tang Sanzang's pilgrimage for scriptures.

Finally, he reached the stage. The host enthusiastically handed him the microphone, saying, "This sleeping beauty, please greet everyone and introduce yourself."

Sleeping beauty? Damn you! Liu Hao cursed inwardly.

However, the host's humour ignited the audience's enthusiasm further, proving his professionalism and wit.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Liu Hao, a Glory enthusiast." Liu Hao briefly introduced himself.

The host recognized the name and joked, "How interesting, sharing the same name as Liu Hao from Excellent Era..."

He paused, staring at Liu Hao, who seemed oddly familiar, resembling the Liu Hao in his memory despite some differences.

Could it be...

The audience began speculating about Liu Hao's identity, with Tyranny fans insisting, "He is definitely Liu Hao from Excellent Era. We'd recognize him even in ashes!"

Realizing he couldn't hide, Liu Hao decided to come clean. He would eventually be discovered anyway.

"As you might have guessed, yes..." Liu Hao said expressionlessly, "I am Ironman."

The audience gasped, understanding the reference to Marvel's "Iron Man," where Tony Stark publicly admits, "I am Ironman."

By saying this, Liu Hao admitted he was the professional player from the Excellent Era, the dark manipulator Liu Hao.

(End of chapter)