It was already garbage time on the stage, with no chance of turning the tide back, and the discussion off the stage was coming to an end. The defeat of Tianyuan was basically a foregone conclusion. The mood of the entire team was very low, and no one spoke for a long time.
Nearing the end of the fifth round, Zhao Ran succeeded with a beautiful last-minute catch, and then the loudspeaker announcement signaled the end of the match.
"Hahaha, Brother Feng, we won! Awesome!" Wang Zhen and Wang Xiaomin stood up from their seats almost simultaneously, with smiles on their faces, very excited.
Yue Feng arrogantly wiped his nose with the back of his index finger: "Awesome or not, two roast chickens a day, just go for it! If we say we'll take them down, we'll take them down, nothing can stop us! After weighing, let's all go over to see how much weight we left our neighbors!"
"Let's go!"
