My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 178 - 172: What a Damn Rush

Arthur Lockwood plastered on a smile and ran over to Alvin Morgan. "Morgan, come on! We need six people for the match. Just fill in for us!"

Alvin Morgan couldn’t be bothered to look at him, pulling Aurora Sinclair along to show her around.

"Aurora, quick, talk to him! If you can get him to play, Lockwood will give you a 50,000 bonus right away. How about it?" Seeing that Alvin wouldn’t agree, Arthur Lockwood immediately changed tactics and targeted Aurora Sinclair. He’d heard she was short on cash.

Aurora Sinclair glanced at Alvin Morgan, thought for a moment, and shook her head. "Morgan is priceless."

Arthur Lockwood: ...

He felt like a flock of crows just flew overhead.

But her words greatly pleased Alvin Morgan. A smile on his face, he reached out and stroked Aurora Sinclair’s hair. "Do you want to compete with me?"

Aurora Sinclair nodded, then shook her head. "Morgan, you don’t have to force yourself."

"Alright, I’ll play with you."

Everyone: ...

’Doesn’t this feel a little rash?’

Benjamin Morgan complained internally, ’Whenever he’s around Aurora Sinclair, my master loses all his principles.’

Seeing that they had enough people, Joanna Monroe secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But the sight of Arthur Lockwood’s smug face made her want to punch someone. She said bluntly, "Since we have everyone, training starts in a bit! All of you, state your class and in-game ID..."

Faye Hughes immediately responded, "Mage, Scrappy’s Tail."

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment and replied, "Boxer, Master Rory."

Arthur Lockwood immediately answered for Flynn Morgan, "Divine Archer, Windwalker."

After writing it down, Joanna Monroe looked up at Alvin Morgan and raised an eyebrow. "And yours?"

Arthur Lockwood was getting a little excited. After all, Morgan’s name was legendary. Everyone who came to DAF was a fan of his. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Alvin Morgan glanced at the ever-mischievous Arthur Lockwood and said flatly, "Summoner... White."

The moment he finished speaking, there was a "SNAP," and the pen in Joanna Monroe’s hand broke...

She snapped her head up, her expression frozen. Besides those who already knew, everyone else was completely dumbfounded, staring as if they’d never seen the man before. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths were agape, large enough to fit an egg.

The room was silent for a long time before a high-pitched scream suddenly erupted. "AHHH— What did you say your name was?"

Joanna Monroe threw her broken pen aside and ran up to Alvin Morgan, her gaze fervent. "You... you... say it again..."

Alvin Morgan cautiously took a step back. Benjamin Morgan immediately stepped forward to block Joanna Monroe, saying with extreme composure, "Please remain calm. My master prefers to keep a low profile."

"Oh my god! Where’s a pen?" Joanna Monroe began to look around for one.

Just then, Faye Hughes had already run up with a pen in hand. "L-Legend... can you give me an autograph? I’m your fan! I’ve admired you since I was a kid..."

"Me too! I’ve also been watching your matches since I was little! My dad is a huge fan of yours!"

"Ah... I’m actually going to compete on the same stage as the legend! If my dad finds out, he’ll die from excitement!"

"I have to call home! My whole family are your fans..."

Joanna Monroe and Faye Hughes were so excited they’d completely forgotten how they’d just been complaining about Alvin Morgan’s age. Now, they couldn’t wait for the match to start so they could witness White’s return to glory up close.

Arthur Lockwood snickered as he watched Alvin Morgan’s darkening expression. ’Age really is a sore spot.’ White was only 16 when he became a god in the scene.

’Hadn’t they been watching his matches since they were kids?’

A "THUD" sounded. Everyone looked over to see Luna Jennings clutching her chest as she sat down on a chair.

Aurora Sinclair immediately ran to her, but Luna just shook her head. "Let me catch my breath... My heart can’t take this..."

’Professor Morgan = A Morgan = Madam Whitlock = Martial Venerate Summoner = God White.’

’This has been one hell of an exciting day!’

***

That evening, when Flynn Morgan arrived and heard that his master was going to play in a match with Aurora Sinclair, he instantly lost his cool.

He picked up his phone to call his old comrades, and soon after, a series of old-school gods from District 1 began to come online.

This once again sent the "Conquest of Glory" player community into an uproar.

At the EM Group Headquarters in the Neutral Nation of Arcadia, Jared Miles stared with a dark expression at the latest roster of professional competitors submitted by DAF. There were a dozen or so names in total, and the last entry on the list read:

Alvin Morgan, 28, Summoner, ID: White.

"Mr. Miles, about this..." his secretary, Levi Forrest, asked cautiously, trying to contain his excitement.

Since returning to Veridia with the CEO, he had become quite clear on the few individuals his boss was keeping an eye on.

One was his junior martial brother and sister, and the other was this Summoner god, White. The order for all of them had been to "monitor closely."

He never thought that after ten years, White would come out of retirement to compete again—and on his original account, no less. If this news got out, practically every player in Veridia would probably riot and storm DAF.

Jared Miles’s face was grim. It took him a long moment to reply, "Lock down all information on the DAF Team members. Absolutely no leaks allowed!"

Levi Forrest immediately accepted the order, his face showing barely suppressed delight.

Jared Miles stared at the entry for Alvin Morgan, his gaze heavy. ’He still hasn’t given up on our junior sister!’

With a swipe of his thumb, he dialed Leigh Miles’s number.

***

With ten days left before DAF’s first regular-season match, Aurora Sinclair was constantly rushing around. Whenever she didn’t have class, she would hurry to the DAF Headquarters for training camp.

Alvin Morgan wouldn’t be participating in the regular season. In Arthur Lockwood’s words, a secret weapon should obviously be saved for last. They’d have him play when they made it to the playoffs and completely blow everyone away.

So, a rookie took over the Summoner role for now.

Since DAF’s strategies had been leaked, Arthur Lockwood directly recommended Flynn Morgan to devise new ones for them. Over the past few days, everyone’s tactics had been readjusted, and their combat ratings were shooting up.

Joanna Monroe was practically worshiping Flynn Morgan. She used to think she and "Tail" were ruthless enough, but this guy was even more so. He went against conventional wisdom, applying all sorts of stratagems from *The Art of War* to the game.

She had to admit defeat and voluntarily stepped down, making Flynn Morgan the new captain for their Conquest of Glory team, while she became the vice-captain.

Besides him, Aurora Sinclair was also a constant source of surprise. Her APM and combat awareness were master-level. She and "Tail" had dueled her dozens of times without winning a single match. Even when they had the map advantage, the two of them still couldn’t win. Aurora was basically a walking "kill harvester."

This time, she finally looked at Arthur Lockwood with some approval. With these two on board, she suddenly felt that DAF was destined to win the championship this year.

’I wonder if Jonas Lawson and the others will be kicking themselves when they find out?’

***

Because Aurora Sinclair always vanished the moment school let out, the guys in the archaeology department all thought she was dating someone.

One day, as she was packing her bag, the guys surrounded her.

"Aurora, you’ve been disappearing right after class lately. Where have you been going?"

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment and replied, "Working a part-time job."

Alvin Morgan had told her not to tell anyone she was playing for DAF.

The archaeology students looked at her suspiciously. They had seen Aurora Sinclair being picked up by a low-key black sedan many times.

"Where at?"

"Off-campus."

The guys: ...

Seth Sterling asked with a smile, "How’s the pay? Are they still hiring? Beau and I are also looking for part-time work."

Aurora Sinclair nodded. "The pay is good, and they are hiring, but you can’t do it."

"Why not?" Seth Sterling asked in surprise.

"You’re not skilled enough."

"..."