At the other end of the infernal hell, far away from the heat, Martial Arts Fanatic Guo Jie, with her new buzzcut, was sitting with her legs crossed and palms facing the sky in the home team changing room. She breathed at a slow, steady pace, completely oblivious to her surroundings.
Ning Zitong sighed secretly and said to Lu Yan telepathically, "She's a little tense…"
With his usual solemn expression, Lu Yan nodded slightly.
"That's normal."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Lou Cheng who was busy tapping at his phone.
As expected from a guy with the lives of a few Physical Invulnerability Experts under his belt. He's as calm as us old-timers.
Ignoring the coach's gaze, Lou Cheng sent a message to his wife with a smile.
"What do I do? I'm getting cold feet as a newbie in a top-tier professional tournament!"
