“Emvika, that wench…”
He turned the other way as he cursed her under his breath.
The lady called “Emvika” chuckled lightly, not minding his rudeness at all. Then, she turned her eyes back to the arena stage.
“Perhaps those kids have some good ideas that can help improve the selection process. The easiest and most efficient method. I suggest we let them do as they want. No harm will come to anyone, surely. Please do not forget that this is their era. Letting them make their own decisions doesn’t sound too bad...Except you yourself also have a plan in mind? Then that would make it a whole other story.”
She cast a glance at the portly man out of the corner of her eyes before moving it to the lead coach of the men’s team, Terdsak, giving the lanky man a jump.
“Fi…Fine. Do whatever you want. But if it doesn’t work, it’s going to be a big problem, and you have to take responsibility, Emvika.”