"Congratulations, Little Huo, you've won the championship of this competition." Demmi's clear voice rang out on the field.
At these words, Tang Xiaoquan lowered his head helplessly, but soon he cheerfully walked over to Hua Biao and jokingly said, "I say, Hua, don't be upset. This is how the world is: the Yangtze River's new waves push the old ones off the shore. Sooner or later, the old waves will end up on the beach. It's time for you to consider bringing Little Huo into your team. This kid is definitely going to be a sharpshooter in the future!"
"Little Huo, here's your prize!" Demmi took a bar of soap from the cabinet and handed it to Huo Yan.
Huo Yan hesitated for a few seconds, uncertainty written on his face.
"What's wrong, Little Huo? Don't you like this prize?"
Undoubtedly, Huo Yan really wasn't interested in the soap.
It's understandable; it would be strange for someone his age to be interested in a bar of soap.
