Xue Wei's voice was deep and powerful, each word laden with deep sarcasm and disdain.
His eyes sparkled with the glow of victory, evidently full of confidence in his advantage.
"So, Xue Zhao," he finally said, with a tone full of provocation, "you should just give up. At least this way you can retain some dignity. Otherwise, when the vote results come out, you'll be even more embarrassed."
Xue Wei's words echoed in the air, sounding so harsh and merciless.
His pride and confidence were particularly evident at this moment, as if he was already certain of his victory.
Meanwhile, Xue Zhao stood calmly to the side, though the vote count was temporarily lagging, her eyes still shone with determination.
The audience beneath the stage stared intently at the vote count displayed on the big screen, gradually revealing a noticeable gap.
Whispers of discussion began to rise and fall among the crowd, mixed with a touch of amazement and helplessness.
