So despite feeling heartache for Little Teresa, despite believing that no amount of victories can compare to Little Teresa's physical condition, the red team's counselor, Lian Yuan Rui, still voiced her recent conjecture.
"Ah... so that's how it is... I just felt something was off."
Teresa raised a brow, but her tone contained little realization. As she quickly scribbled on the instruction cards, she casually said, "But there's one thing you said wrong, Lian senior. My rate of issuing commands hasn't slowed down, and your slight diminishing from peak condition is inconsequential; no matter how fatigued you are, you still outperform that Morning Forget Language Saintess."
Lian blinked, looking a bit worried at the underclassman in front of her, who still had a smile on her lips, but whose gaze was gradually turning towards bitterness, feeling slightly at a loss.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on surrendering yet."
