Yue Feng placed the trophy on the table in the hall, unable to resist a smirk: "A bunch of guys with no manners at all, don't know how to lend a hand!"
"Hehe, you say that, but everyone thought you could carry it yourself!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, went out, grabbed four champions and a runner-up, impressive, Brother Feng, you must have won a lot of prize money!"
Wang Xiaomin: "Does your wife know you're back? She said to find a place for a team bonding dinner tonight!"
Yue Feng grinned: "Of course she knows, I have to report back to her whenever I return! You rascals, how's the training been? Done any slacking off?"
"No slacking, Brother Feng! Son wouldn't lie, we've been training like crazy!"
"Seriously, all we do is practice. That Da Fei lead casting challenge you invented last time, with a minimum requirement of hitting nine out of ten casts, we can all do that now!"
Yue Feng nodded: "Not too bad. Xiaomin, how's your left-hand practice going?"
