Su Yuqing believed that the public's anger stemmed from fear of an uncertain future.
Therefore, only victory—only an unquestionable victory strong enough to serve as a shot in the arm—could dispel that fear.
Meanwhile, Pei Xianjue, far away in Yuquan City, was also keeping a close watch on online public opinion.
Her feelings were complicated. She hoped Feng Ling would successfully break through the Maze and return safely, yet she also worried that Feng Ling might succeed too completely, too smoothly.
Because Pei Xianjue knew all too well that the public only had room in their hearts for one hero.
They would not remember more than that.
Yet she could not bring herself to envy Feng Ling. People only envied those within their reach, and Feng Ling was simply far, far stronger than she was. Separated by an immense chasm, all Pei Xianjue felt was ashamed of her own inadequacy.
Baozi gently knocked on the office door and said to Pei Xianjue, "The new fall uniforms have arrived. They use upgraded fireproof material. Would you like to try them on now?"
Pei Xianjue held her phone as comment after comment flashed past her eyes, leaving her restless and irritated.
"I'm not in the mood today. Go let the training ground know. I'll head over to train in a while," she said.
Baozi asked, "What are you training today?"
"Basic fitness, I guess." Pei Xianjue sounded irritated. "The more exhausting, the better. Ideally, by the end, I'll be so tired my mind goes blank and I won't have to think about anything."
Baozi chuckled. "All right. I'll contact the coach right away."
Pei Xianjue let out a long sigh, swiped her phone, and saw several hundred more comments flood in.
The Supervision Bureau's official account was on the verge of being