This girl could no longer be described as simply a pretty girl; at least in Mentor Nangong's eyes, Zixue Han was definitely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, many times more beautiful than those big stars on television.
Taking a gentle breath, as the image of that pure girl flashed continuously in his mind, Mentor Nangong's anger dissipated quite a bit. His gaze suddenly turned to the bespectacled male student opposite him, his voice carrying a rare sense of curiosity:
"You're saying Zixue Han has gone to compete? And the prize money is one hundred million US dollars? Who's hosting this event? Can it be fair? With Zixue Han's qualifications, shouldn't she easily win the championship?"
Hearing this, the bespectacled male student, who had already been gritting his teeth awaiting judgment, immediately widened his eyes. Seeing the stern face of Mentor Nangong soften considerably, the incredulous male student paused for a moment before finally reacting and speaking up:
