"It's Xiao Lin. I reckon he has a great chance of winning the championship this time."
"Who wouldn't think so? His speed fishing is insane."
"Yeah, I heard he was last year's champion of the Yuhua Cup. This time, he's definitely here for that fishing rod made by the Master of Fishing Soul."
"Not necessarily. Didn't Old Huang mention there's a mysterious guest? Let's see who it turns out to be."
"I'm quite curious myself."
Hearing the discussions around her, Aunt Hong Mei, who had just arrived, got a little anxious and quickly jumped in, "Old Huang is so unreliable. Talking about some mysterious guest—it's probably just his son or some nephew or something. By then, he'd only be teasing everyone. After all, it's no big deal for young folks to lose."
Aunt Guo and Grandpa Chen also gathered a few others, repeating this theory over and over.
Before long, they had successfully lowered everyone's expectations about the so-called mysterious guest.
