Jiang Han was on fairly good terms with the witches of the Greedy Umbrella faction, which was why Du Lingxuan had insisted on dragging Cat Han along to commentate with her, because of [Exclusive Scoop].
After the connected camera flickered with a little static and emitted a brief burst of dead air, Maria's face appeared on-screen. She had yet to remove her triangular hat or undo her combat outfit. Her nearly white golden hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks, a little disheveled against her snow-pale, fragile-looking skin.
A post-match call-in!
This was the exclusive scoop Jiang Han could bring them—essentially a small exclusive interview. Only witches with fairly close relationships could arrange something like this. After all, most witches had a bit of an idol image to maintain and were unwilling to appear in the interview seat looking somewhat bedraggled after a match.
Still, the Maria sisters had won beautifully, carrying their opponents away 4–0. In high spirits and on account of their good relationship, Maria's agent witch had agreed to the call-in.
"Hey, hey, hey—can you hear me?"
Xuan Bao's opening line made Maria smile rather subtly. But in the next second, she seemed to realize that she was on a call and that the camera feed would appear in the livestream, so she immediately reined in her smile and put on an expression of serene composure.
[Holy shit, Ma Tiantian's champion face!] [The diva's totally flexing on me, Blue World pen!] [A rare guest!] [...]
"I can hear you very clearly over here." Maria's voice was rather ethereal, the sort of voice that seemed perfectly suited to singing at the Amara Social Security Altar.
"As long as you can hear us, sister! This time, sister, you hit a little too hard, huh? Why does it