Qian's position is still a bit far from the stage, and if Minglang looked up, he should be able to see her, but Minglang was fully focused at this moment, staring straight ahead, fixated only on the electronic question board in front of her, exuding a resolute aura that, at first glance, really resembled Qian.
No wonder she is a protégé personally trained by Qian; she can hold the ground at critical moments. Qian was satisfied. For someone with no prior experience in major competitions, Minglang's performance was really commendable.
The sound of a text message alerted Qian, and it was from Yu Minglang.
"Don't worry."
She curled her lips, understanding what he meant.
The ring of the phone brought back Qian's attention. She carefully deleted the text and looked up at the big screen where the host announced the content of Minglang's debate.
For others it might not seem too difficult, but for Minglang, it was like walking into a trap.
