Chapter Two: The Internet’s Worst Team Goes to a Wedding

He drew a breath. “State your skills. Tell me what you actually do well, not your panel rating.” Wanxiang tore free of the rings. “Drove buses for thirty-five years. I remember any route after seeing it once.” From beneath the tablecloth, Luanma said, “I can see seams in 3D models. It isn’t a skill. Occupational illness.” Qiao Mai tapped his broken microphone. “It can’t recognize words, but it produces high-frequency noise.” Xiaogao raised a piping bag. “I can turn any item into cake. Literally any.” Zhaoye studied them, rebuilding the puzzle in his mind. “Good. We’re not following the wedding rules.” He directed Qiao Mai’s feedback at the master of ceremonies. The shriek disabled the clock for three seconds and stunned every bouquet.