In the venue, the two teams of players had already taken the stage.
Xiao Rou's attention was also drawn over.
Under the spotlight, Zhou Qi's already strikingly handsome face appeared even more dashing and spirited.
Xiao Rou's gaze lingered on him; at times like this, Zhou Qi always seemed different from usual, but exactly where he was different, Xiao Rou couldn't say, it was just different.
The battle on the field quickly began.
Xiao Rou's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Qi and his character. To be honest, she's never been nervous watching Zhou Qi compete because she's always believed Zhou Qi would win. This doesn't just refer to the game's outcome but to Zhou Qi himself.
On the surface, whether it's winning or losing, Xiao Rou believes that Zhou Qi inevitably wins. Even if the scene is a loss, his strength will only allow him to gain invaluable experience from a losing match, which will make him even stronger. Isn't that also a form of victory?
