The man glanced at his watch and said,
"I’ll only wait another half hour."
Half an hour later.
The man asked, "Has she arrived?"
Jude made a phone call to the staff, then shook his head silently.
The man frowned,
"The final half hour."
Another half hour passed.
The man asked again, "Has she come?"
Jude sighed, "Not yet."
The man, unable to contain his frustration, was about to get up and leave.
Jude quickly stopped him,
"Mr. Bilun, you have signed an agreement with us!"
The man angrily said, "The agreement didn’t say I had to wait in vain for so long! I’m starting to doubt whether that kid named Qiao Sang will come at all!"
Jude assured him,
"Now that she has tasted the sweetness, she will definitely come again!"
The man snorted coldly, "Then contact me when she shows up."
After speaking, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Jude pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
Qiao Sang had not signed an agreement with them, and the scores were still mostly fixed at 3:0. If everyone continued to bet on this score, he did not know how to explain it to the higher-ups.
It’s not that backstage manipulation couldn’t be done to prevent Qiao Sang from participating.
But the higher the popularity of a contestant, the more enthusiastic everyone’s betting was, and he somewhat regretted the idea.
So he came up with the idea of finding a strong contestant every day to intercept Qiao Sang’s path to a 3:0 perfect victory.
That way, a genius like Qiao Sang, when facing someone stronger, would surely not be satisfied with a loss and come back again, and even if she won, it would not likely be with a 3:0 score.
Who would have thought that despite calling over a strong contestant, Qiao Sang actually didn’t show up.
This won’t work – her absence today doesn’t mean she won’t come tomorrow. To be safe, he would still need to contact the top-ranked contestants every day to come over... Jude made up his mind.
...
Two days later, in the early morning.
Within the range of the blue light, everyone sat stably on its back.
"We will stay in the first district for five days. I believe your homeroom teachers have already told you about this friendship match," The young white man turned around, his gaze lingering briefly on Qiao Sang and Yaobao before continuing, "The top schools from the Upper Districts will be there, many impressive individuals. We’ll focus on exchange, just do your best, don’t take winning or losing too seriously."
How could I not take it seriously, I came here to win... Qiao Sang complained inwardly.
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"Teacher, since it’s about exchange, does that mean we’ll still get Points rewards even if we don’t place in the top three?"
The young white man glanced at her,
"What do you think?"
Everyone immediately understood.
Exchange was not important, winning or losing was what mattered.
...
In the Upper Districts, air carriers were chiefly airships.
Looking at the airship clearly different from the others, Qiao Sang deeply realized the difference between ordinary high schools and elite schools.
She had thought that at most elite schools might opt for first-class cabins, but she didn’t expect them to have a private airship...
On the airship, the young white man took a seat next to the pilot.
Seeing the teacher was not present, the red-haired girl looked towards Qiao Sang, becoming livelier, "Let me introduce myself, I’m Geta from senior class one."
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