Ye Xian glanced at her watch. Only eight minutes left.
"Even if you don’t agree, I’ll still compete. Because I’m not like you, I wouldn’t trample on someone else’s hard work on a whim, let alone destroy someone else’s dream for my own selfish desires."
"But I believe President Bo is a smart man, you should be able to weigh what matters more and know how to make the right choices."
The youth before him was like a bright and scorching flame that burned fiercer and brighter, piercing through the thick fog in the man’s eyes and scattering the layers of dark clouds.
After speaking, she ran towards the competition arena.
"Ye Xian!"
Behind her, the man’s deep and powerful voice called out again.
Turning around, Ye Xian frowned at him. What was he up to now?
Bo Tingshen walked toward her step by step. When he reached her, he extended his hand, and then... gently brushed a lock of hair that had fallen onto her forehead.
"Your hair is messy."
"???" Damn, is he insane?!
Ye Xian looked at him as if she had seen a ghost and brushed his hand away.
"With only 7 minutes to go until the competition starts, YFD’s team is still missing a member and shows no signs of using a substitute player. It seems that this year’s KPL competition is set for YFD to forfeit and lose without fighting..."
On the field, the commentator spoke with regret, while on various live streaming apps, the barrage of messages had already torn YFD and their unseen newcomer to shreds.
When the countdown for the game reached five minutes, the commentator was ready to announce YFD’s withdrawal, and the other four members of YFD had already taken off their headsets, getting ready to leave the field.
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