"Senior Zheng, it's good to see you again."
"I'm not happy to see you at all…" Zheng Yuanlin muttered in his mind. He looked at Chu Nan who was displayed on the virtual screen of his personal terminal with a complicated expression and finally smiled.
"Chu Nan, congratulations on entering the semi-finals. To be honest, your performance surprised me."
"Is that so?" Chu Nan laughed, "Are you surprised that I performed well? Or did I perform too badly?"
Seeing that he still had the mood to joke, Zheng Yuanlin's mood became even more complicated.
When he thought of what he wanted to say, he suddenly had the urge to immediately turn off the communication.
However, he was ultimately experienced and instantly suppressed this complicated feeling. The smile on his face also faded.