"Better just focus on healing and not think too much," Yang Zhiqi sighed and said, "Fortunately, you are still young. In three years, you'll only be twenty-four! Then you can..."
At this point, Yang Zhiqi himself felt distressed.
During the last competition, he was framed and lost his chance.
This time, injured and with the date maliciously brought forward, he was unable to participate.
And for the next one...
He simply had no confidence at all.
Meng Chaojun was clearly still in the game, but who knew what was going on, why couldn't he fight for his own son?
Old Meng had stepped down, and once he did, his power was greatly reduced. Others saw that even his son was not putting in much effort, so they were even less likely to go out of their way to help Meng Xinian.
It could be said that all these years, Meng Xinian had really been fighting on his own merit.
And it wasn't even a fair fight, because there were always people trying to suppress him.
