Mo Shangjun walked ashore, drenched.
Soaked from head to toe.
Water dripped off her as if it were free.
She tossed her backpack filled with stones onto the ground and then sat down by the riverbank.
Chai Xinyan and her group silently watched her. Although they didn't say a word, their gazes were firmly fixed on Mo Shangjun.
"Momo, do you want to wear my clothes?"
Yan Gui bounced over eagerly to offer his help.
Mo Shangjun took off her training cap and tossed him a glare.
Yan Gui squatted down next to her, saying weakly, "But wearing wet clothes for the competition isn't good for you."
Even though they firmly believed Mo Shangjun wouldn't lose, starting with a completely soaked competition would certainly affect the upcoming training if not addressed.
It's likely Mo Shangjun would still win in the end, but Yan Gui genuinely didn't want Mo Shangjun to "suffer" because of them.
