The moment those words were spoken.
The office fell terrifyingly silent.
He Shumo stared at Yao Han in disbelief and unconsciously swallowed.
More precisely, the condition should not have been "winning the championship," but "representing China at the Ke'er Cup."
He simply could not imagine the day when the respected Tuoba Jianhui would be reduced to a homeless dog.
But this was like Pandora's box. Since Tuoba Jianhui had opened it with his own hands, he had to bear the responsibility.
"Why? Why would Teacher Tuoba do something like this?"
Unable to hold it back, He Shumo asked again.
"..."
This time, Yao Han placed a hand on his shoulder, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
"It's only a possibility, right?"
"True."
He Shumo let out a breath.
After all, Gan Yan Yu making it into the finals was already incredibly lucky.
Talking about attending the Ke'er Cup now was simply a fantasy.
The chances were far too low!
"Besides, don't you think the top four in this final are rather interesting?"
Yao Han shifted the topic away from Gan Yan Yu and looked toward the rankings.
"Interesting?"
He Shumo turned his gaze there as well.
The top four—Nana Li, Bai Junze, Gan Yan Yu, and Mao Wei'ang.
He Shumo could not help laughing too.
"Why did it have to be these four?"
Looking at any one of them individually, it might not have felt like much.
But put all four together, and have them occupy the top four spots? That was something else entirely!
"Whoever among these four wins will make history."
If Nana Li won, she would become the first British person to receive China's highest honor in cello. The spectacular sight of a British cellist representing China at the Ke'er Cup would become reality.
If Mao Wei'ang won,