"Xiaoya, we just have to do our best. The Sponsors on the other side are just too fierce; they're definitely some Rich second generation who aren't short of money!"
Hearing this, Xiaoya also felt aggrieved—she originally thought that winning the Guild championship was a sure thing, but then they were PK'd by a minor anchor. Before this, that little anchor was just a nobody with a weekly turnover of 900.
Feeling helpless, Xiaoya said, "Alright then, there's nothing we can do if the opponent is too strong. You're right, we just have to do our best. So, I'm going to sing 'The Chill' for our brothers here!"
"Haha, you're starting to sing 'The Chill' now?"
"That song is quite fitting; it's just too appropriate for the situation!"
"I'm a fan of Xiaoya, and I don't accept this!"
"You don't accept it? Then why don't you go for an Emperor-level gift yourself first!"
"Emperor-level? It would be good to even make it to Viscount!"
