It was two o'clock on Sunday afternoon.
Although the seats in the VIP section were comfortable, Wei Wei was still somewhat upset.
She had long expected Ronan's strange temperament. Even if she invited him out, there was no guarantee he would come. But being rejected time and again still dealt a serious blow to the little witch's confidence.
It even dampened her interest in watching today's match.
Women were often like this. Once the seed of curiosity was planted, mystery often became the catalyst for their own downfall. At least to Wei Wei, the quiet yet dependable Ronan was far more interesting than the smooth-talking young noblemen sitting around her.
In the eyes of this precocious girl, their self-satisfied witty remarks were nothing more than harmless little displays of cleverness, hardly entertaining at all. Of course, discussions about the match were another matter.
"This year's opening match is honestly pretty uninteresting. Especially the first game. I even suspect this new squad bribed the organizers. Otherwise, why would they be arranged to face the Great Elf Squad in the very first match?"
A young man voiced his opinion.
Wei Wei said disdainfully, "If you were the owner of a new squad, would you pay to have your team brutally crushed in front of everyone on the very first day?"
The man was immediately speechless.
Though what they both meant was more or less the same.
Based on the new squad's past performance in the Secondary League, Begonia Squad would probably have to pay a great deal of tuition before they had a chance to shine on this stage.
Today was clearly not their day of celebration. The betting odds outside had become absurdly lopsided. Although some gamblers dreaming of getting rich overnight still bet on Begonia Squad taking a single point,