People who should have had objections, had none.
The least likely person to object, raised an objection.
Everyone was looking at Lin Pan, eager to know her opinion, but the head instructor turned to look at supervisor Mei Yi, who was hanging his head playing with his nails, which were neat and polished — and coated with nail polish, as if he hadn't heard a word they were saying.
This sly old fox.
Always staying out of the spotlight.
The head instructor asked Lin Pan, "Let's hear it."
Lin Pan spoke softly, but loud enough for Chi Yue to hear clearly, "This isn't fair to Chi Yue. Most of the competition events are my strengths."
The head instructor frowned, "This was drawn by the production team from dozens of events. Lin Pan, are you afraid of gossip?"
Lin Pan: "No. I just believe the events should be more just and fair."
The head instructor: "..."
He found it difficult to respond to that.
