"Principal Ding, this Baxi team is really tough to beat. On my way to Los Angeles, I watched a replay of the match between Baxi and the German Tank Team. Baxi has essentially completed its transformation into a top-tier team, and this time they're aiming for the championship of the America-Canada-Mexico World Cup."
Principal Xu Dongcheng, sitting next to Ding Yue, started chatting and analyzing before the match began.
"Mmm, mmm."
Ding Yue nodded slightly and said calmly, "Baxi is indeed very strong, not easy to beat."
"Then why do you seem so calm, Principal Ding? Aren't you nervous at all?" Principal Xu Dongcheng asked.
"What's the use of being nervous? Our national team has already made it to the top eight, which basically means we've completed our mission for this year's America-Canada-Mexico World Cup. So even if they lose this match, it's fine. I've already told them to just give it their all."
Ding Yue shrugged, still speaking with great calmness.
