Something feels off.
From the moment he woke up this morning, Huai Shi was going through recipes with one hand while brushing his teeth with the other, lackluster as he rinsed his mouth and sneezed.
There was this feeling... something was being overlooked, or rather, a sense of unease.
Perhaps the enormous pressure from Guo ShouQue was beginning to shake his resolve, making it difficult to face the competition as calmly as before.
Even if he was hired to be a tool and was definitely going to throw the match, even losing to Guo ShouQue wouldn't matter; it wouldn't change the final outcome.
But strangely enough, after witnessing the terrifying strength of the opponent, the provoked Huai Shi couldn't help but feel a pinch of... If I give it a bit more effort, could it be possible to win?
Wanting to win.
