"Next, let's welcome Meng Meixuan's teammates: Jiang Meixing, Zhou Xuefang, and Chen Yifan."
The three girls stood there, each looking a bit flustered and unsure.
"Meng Meixuan, if this competition were a war, who would you choose to be your comrade to fight alongside you?"
Meng Meixuan seemed at a loss as she looked at the three people in front of her.
After hesitating for a moment, she said in a choked voice, "I feel like I can't make a choice right now. It's not that they're not good; it's that they're all excellent."
Clearly, she wanted to leave the audience with the impression that her choice was made with great reluctance and only because it was unavoidable.
The audience began to buzz with speculation, wondering whom Meng Meixuan would choose.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyue gave an instruction to Long Zitao, who didn't seem eager to speak.
"Let the three teammates give their statements," Long Zitao said.
