It was a bit of a joke: Qiao Yifan snuck around the edges of training camp, quiet and unobtrusive, and so the trainers thought that he should use that talent in-game as well. Assassins paid attention, disappeared from others' sight, and took advantage of the slightest opening to make their move.

Qiao Yifan, staring at Gao Yingjie's bright smile across the cafeteria table, wished that he was a little worse at that second trait and a little better at the third.