"Junior, honestly, I really admire you. It's rare for me, Tong Xuhua, to admire someone in this way,"
Around the wine table, Tong Xuhua's cheeks were flushed red, his gaze blurry.
He raised his glass to Chen Xing and then downed it in one gulp.
Wen Jin stood up, holding a cup of tea with a gentle tone, "Due to health reasons, I can't drink alcohol, so I'll toast you with tea. To be honest, before I participated in the competition, I never thought I could become... a champion."
"I feel quite undeserving of this title."
After speaking, he downed his cup of tea, then refilled it with more tea water.
This time, Wen Jin looked around at everyone seriously.
"Chen has led us to championship; it's an enormous honor, but I don't want anyone to disgrace this title and consequently tarnish Junior's reputation,"
"We're all friends here, so I want to say something upfront.