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But when considering Ji Xiaoxiang, the team draft selection immediately became complicated.

He couldn't tolerate Ji Xiaoxiang joining another team, couldn't stand the thought of this godsend delicacy being wasted, and most definitely couldn't hand her over to those shitty Vanguards for protection.

After all, Li Qingming had long promised her good food and drink, and an easy journey; he would never allow her to die in a place lacking taste.

And for precisely this reason, Li Qingming's goal in this team selection, from start to finish, was only one—

To be on the same team as Ji Xiaoxiang.

...

At 8:40 AM, on Haixi Boulevard.

In the back seat of an ordinary taxi sat an awkward pair of a man and a woman.

On the left was Ji Xiaoxiang, cuddling her backpack and dressed in a school uniform, looking every bit the clueless elementary school student.

On the right was Ye Qian, trying to affect a melancholic air to appear cool, but barely holding it together.