"Muscles are useless; it's all about reaction time. That guy named Liu, people say half a year ago he was bedridden and drooling. Can he really do it?"
"Absolutely! Liu Long will definitely defeat Zhang Xu in seconds!"
Amidst the buzzing whispers, the chef distributing ice water noticed his colleague sitting quietly in the corner after delivering fruit: "Little Zhao, you look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no... It's the heat, making me anxious." Little Zhao managed a weak smile: "I'm a bit dizzy."
"In this hot weather, running around outside nonstop, you've worked hard. If you can't handle it, go rest for a while; I'll help you take leave."
"No, no need, sitting for a bit is fine."
He waved his hand repeatedly, rubbing his fingertips, and some sharp-eyed individuals noticed his hand: "Little Zhao, did you buy a diamond ring?"
"Hey, my girlfriend gave it to me, it's synthetic diamond, not worth much."
"You brat, when did you start dating a girlfriend?"
