Chapter 867
Chapter 867:
Ritchie, however, looked very tense. His face was flushed.
This seemed to amuse Sloane, who said, “Don’t be shy. Come on, you weren’t shy the last time we met. Weren’t you talking about taking Neal’s spot?”
At this point, Ritchie looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
Fernanda shot Sloane a mild glare, but Sloane clearly didn’t seem to care.
She found Ritchie’s shyness hilarious.
It was at that point that Neal decided to end Ritchie’s misery. He addressed them all, saying, “It seems everybody knows Ritchie, so there will be no further introduction. He will, from today onwards, be training with us for the national league. He has limited time, so let’s make sure the time he has is properly used.”
Everyone muttered their understanding.
Sloane then went into the storage room and returned with several bags, which she placed on the chair next to Ritchie. “Here, these are for you. These are team uniforms. They’re yours. I designed them all, and they’re great. We wear them all the time.”
Ritchie took a peek inside the bags and saw that they contained jackets, pants, shoes, and T-shirts.
“You should try them on,” Sloane suggested. “I’ll get them changed if they’re not your size.”
Ritchie nodded, and Clement led him to the lounge to change.
Once he was out of earshot, Sloane turned to Fernanda and asked, “What’s with the paint on his clothes? Is he into body art or something? Does he paint on his clothes?”
Neal briefly explained all that had transpired at the studio earlier.
“Damn it. Those guys are jerks!” Sloane said furiously.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 ⬇ gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝓬𝓸𝓶
“Tell me about it,” Neal replied.
“Well, he’s now one of us, and that means we’ve got his back. I hate people who pick on others out of boredom. They could count the grass if they desire excitement,” Sloane added.
At that moment, the lounge door opened, and Ritchie stepped out wearing the team’s uniform.
The black T-shirt with simple lettering fit him perfectly, and the pants hugged his legs. On his feet were a pair of simple sneakers, which complemented the white jacket.
“See? I told you the uniform looks good. Ritchie, you’re quite the model, you know,” Sloane said, tugging at Ritchie’s sleeves.
Ritchie felt quite awkward, as it had been a while since he’d had new clothes. The last time he’d received a new piece of clothing was when the e-sports team had issued him a dark purple T-shirt.
He hadn’t expected to get such good benefits from this studio.
“Let’s go get something to eat. It’s cold. How about a stew? It’ll be my treat to welcome our new member,” Sloane suggested. The others agreed and began to file out.
They soon found a nearby restaurant and immediately commandeered a large table in the dining area.
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