Trouble on the Train: National Tournament Opening (3)

Yu Zhu stood straight and tall, his imposing body like a thick, impenetrable wall, firmly planted at the back of the team.

He tried his best to restrain his expression and keep his emotions from showing too much, but the excitement and blazing fervor in his eyes could not be concealed.

The National Tournament—this was the only obsession he had carried in his heart for three years.

For this moment, he had trained day after day, sweated, and gritted his teeth through it all. Every ache in his muscles and every drop of sweat that fell had been for today.

This was his final year, and also his last chance. If he missed it, there would never be another.

Now, his dream was right before him, close enough to touch. All he had to do was reach out, and he could feel its warmth. How could he not be excited?

It was a desire suppressed for three years, a scene he had imagined countless times in the dead of night.

Now, it was no longer a distant illusion, but a future about to become reality.

Yu Zhu took a deep breath and pressed that excitement deep into his heart, turning it into a steady source of determination.

Although Sendoh had also stepped onto the National Tournament stage in middle school, it was simply incomparable to the scale and intensity of the high school competition.

At that moment, he had unusually put away his usual carefree demeanor. His expression became focused and sharp, and a rare fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

The lights inside the arena suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight shone down on the central stage.

Soon, the tournament's opening ceremony began.

As they listened to the officials onstage chatter through their empty formalities, members of every team below