"High risk, high reward."
Jing Yuan smiled faintly.
"Still, that is merely the proposal of those two. As for the chances of success, it needs further consideration."
A few days later.
As the ceremonial cannons of the Jingfeng Ship boomed, the long-awaited Martial Arts Ceremony began once more.
As a specially invited guest, Yan Huan arrived early at the backstage rest area of the Jingfeng Ship.
With his hands in his pockets, he looked around.
The place was basically full of contestants. Some practiced boxing, some practiced swordsmanship, some took medicine, and some inserted IV tubes—a remarkably harmonious scene.
Yan Huan took out his phone, located March 7th's contestant room, and strode over.
The moment he opened the door, he saw the pink-haired girl sitting dejectedly on the bed, listlessly swinging her legs with a miserable expression.
The character for "mortified" might as well have been written across her face.
"What kind of expression is that?" Yan Huan asked.
"An expression of despair."
"Sigh."
March 7th looked at Yan Huan and muttered,
"It's all your fault. You didn't keep an eye on me, so I barely got any practice in..."
She had bragged beforehand that she would compete with Yan Qing and the others for the championship of this Martial Arts Ceremony. But during the Hoolay incident, her martial skills had been the worst...
Now that the event had officially begun, she had no confidence at all.
"Then withdraw, kid."
Yan Huan pulled a janitor application form from his coat.
"The pay is pretty good for support staff too."
"..."
March 7th looked at Yan Huan speechlessly, narrowing her eyes.
"Are you trying to crush my martial spirit?"
"Anyway, hurry up and think of a way to quickly raise my combat strength. At the very least, I can't lose