“Also, didn’t I tell you that I’m not your team manager? I’m just a temporary helper… Don’t get ahead of yourself, old man.”
Cheewin felt sweat forming on his face as he heard her confirmation. Naturally, as the “owner” of the team, he did not want to see his team lose. Everything went as he had planned up until now, but with the overwhelming amount of audience and live broadcasts all over the country, he would lose face so badly as his team’s leader lost now.
“Maybe we should give up our original plan for now? The one about hiding the Royal Dragon.”
Then, another voice came from behind him. A slender figure of a woman appeared as she put down a cup of jasmine tea on the table next to the sofa Cheewin was sitting on. She had noticed that the more excited this old man was, the thirstier he became.