"Cool, now that we have Vandal King on our team, I feel like our chances of winning have greatly increased," the waiter said. "This guy is a beast. Well, although he's a little fat now, he's still a fat beast! You have to know that he single-handedly exhausted all the master architects in the city. "
"You think too highly of me," Vandal King shook his head. "After all, I haven't dismantled anything for many years, so it's inevitable that I'm a little rusty. Now, I'm probably less than 60% of what I was at my peak. In the past, it would have taken me less than half a minute to dismantle that mechanical spider."
"Hahahaha, I like this guy. He's good at bragging," the waiter patted Vandal King on the shoulder. "Not bad. I can feel that he has begun to integrate into the team and become one of us."
"Now we only have one thing left," the bald man said with a serious look.
"What is it?"
"It's to give our team a loud name. Otherwise, when we encounter an enemy and they ask who we are, we have to line up and say our names one by one. That will put us at a disadvantage."
"Wow, are you talking about something like the Avengers or Task Force X?" The waiter suddenly became interested.
"Don't forget about the Watchmen and the Justice League. Yes, it's something like that," the bald man said.
"This is indeed a very important thing … Let me think, Builders? I don't know. It sounds like a team that works on a construction site or something. Or maybe it's the team that defeats Evil Scientist, closes the space channel, removes the Infinite Building Block from the quantum collider, and returns the smart toilet seat to save the city. I think this name is the most intuitive and clear, but it seems a little too long … "
"Why don't we call it Vandal King and his teammates …" Vandal King suggested.
"I think this name is still up for debate. Messenger, what do you think?"
Messenger was speechless.
"Well, I don't think we can be called the ellipsis team," the waiter scratched his head. "Although I quite like the name."
…
In order to get rid of the Evil Scientist's men as much as possible, the five of them did not go to the hotel this time. Instead, they found an empty space, built a house on it, and installed an alarm and defense system around it. They planned to spend the last 24 hours here to prepare for the upcoming battle.
As usual, the bald man and the waiter were arguing in the living room about how to name the team. Meanwhile, Zhang Heng and Mei Nan were drinking black tea on the balcony on the second floor, enjoying a brief moment of leisure before the big battle.
"I don't think I've said Happy New Year to you," Mei Nan said.
"Hmm?"
"But it shouldn't be too late now. After all, it's only a few minutes past midnight in the real world. So, thank you. I thought I would spend the Spring Festival alone. The streets outside are empty, and the shops are closed. I don't know what to do, and I'm a little depressed. But it's much better now. Something to do can make me forget my depression. Besides, there are two or three fools downstairs … It seems like a good way to spend the New Year."
Seeing that Zhang Heng was about to say something, she shook her head. "No, we have an agreement between us. If you don't ask me why I didn't go home, I won't ask you how you suddenly leveled up your Lego assembly skill to such a high level, and you also learned so much about the dungeon. Each of us has our own secrets that we don't want others to know, don't we?"
"Sounds fair enough. Do you want some cookies?"
"Of course, I want blueberry flavored or matcha flavored. Is that okay?"
Zhang Heng removed a corner of the table and skillfully put it together into a cookie plate.
"Alright, although I've already accepted this setting, I have to admit that it's a little strange to watch you … produce food." Mei Nan picked up one of the cookies and put it in her mouth. "… Hmm, the taste is surprisingly good. And considering that we just ate steak made of radio just two days ago, I think I can give this a seven."
"Where do you deduct the remaining three points?"
"When I eat this thing, I can't help but think of the missing corner of the table, and I'm worried that I will bite a mouthful of sawdust."
"I will pay attention next time," Zhang Heng said.
"No, I still want to know where the food I eat comes from. If you don't let me see it, I can't help but think of worse possibilities." Mei Nan finished the cookie in her hand and paused. "Fan."
"My surname is Fan, and my full name is Fan Mei Nan. Anyway, you already know the most difficult part. I think it's better to be generous."
While the two were talking, the bald man and the waiter rushed upstairs, followed by Vandal King.
The three of them looked serious. "We are now facing the biggest crisis since the establishment of the team."
"Yes, we have discussed it for a long time, but we still can't decide on the name of the team. None of us can convince the others, so we need you to vote. We now have three alternate names: Mover, Devil Squad, and Vandal King and his friends. These three names now have one vote each. The messenger has abstained, so please use your voting rights carefully because your votes will play a decisive role."
"Why don't we call it New Year's Eve Game Team?" Zhang Heng said.
"New Year's Eve? What New Year's Eve? It's only September. Uhh … is this a side effect of your awakening? Is your cerebral cortex damaged? Is it irreversible? "
"I quite like this name. It's quite festive. Two votes, so according to the rules, it's settled," Fan Mei Nan agreed on the other side.
"Wait … I didn't know brain damage was contagious. Have you lost your mind? Are we really going to use this name five months in advance? We are still three months away from New Year's Day. Oh my god … can you imagine that scene? Before the war, we stand in front of the enemy and tell each other our names. If I say that we are the New Year's Eve Game Team, the enemy will definitely complain about our team name. I might even get a debuff that halves my combat power … "
"Don't care too much about what others think. Just do your own thing." Zhang Heng patted the bald man on the shoulder. "Rest early. We have a big battle tomorrow."
"No, I still have to design the action badge. But this time, it'll save me a lot of trouble. I guess I just need to find a bunch of fortune characters and stick them on everyone's back to complete the task," the bald man complained. "People who don't know better will think that we are Fuwa."
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