"Down 0-1, it was time for Mixue Delia to seriously consider whether there was something wrong with her tactics."
"What do you two teachers think?"
The host was Kraken's distant cousin. Calling her a bunny-girl sea monster was enough; there was no need to know the name of this beautiful girl with fleshy thighs and an E+-sized magnificent bosom that looked as though she had absorbed a hundred Krakens. Bunny-Girl Kraken was the best possible name.
She kept the show under control with all the poise of a seasoned host, while inwardly she was viciously fucking the organizers' mothers, wave after wave battering the softest place in their hearts. She was probably thinking:
Why the fuck did you stick me with two bigshots, Du Lingxuan and Dorothy?
She envied the neighboring broadcast, which had invited Teacher Yu and Blind Commentator—Alesha, that was. In Du Lingxuan's words, "Every successful Witch ought to have sat at a commentary desk," so she tearfully became a commentator. Blind Commentator had no tears, though, because she was blind.
Teacher Yu and Blind Commentator on the secondary stage had not only useful insights—Blind Commentator really could give guidance—but also laughs—Teacher Yu really was a crosstalk performer. Not to mention that neither of them had particularly explosive personalities, unlike the Dorothy sisters, who had already lit their pipes the moment they came in.
Nor were they like the gloomy-faced Du Lingxuan sisters.
Still, those nine fluffy giant-cat tails could soothe a girl's heart somewhat.
Du Lingxuan, invited onto the official broadcast, was rather effeminate—a description many male leads loved to use. In a strange, affected eunuch-like voice, she said, "Oh my, what's wrong with Doggy? Physical Doggy played well, keep playing like that. Go home at 0-4 and practice your physics some more, Doggy."
Clara, the bunny-girl