Mo Xie left the North Country Club and returned to his home near Jing'an Temple.
He arrived just in time for dinner. Mu Nujiao had already finished cooking, so he sat down to eat. After all, a whole day of being a yoga partner had taken plenty of energy, and he needed to replenish it.
"By the way, you both signed up for the Nomination Battles, right? You should have fought a few by now. How have you been doing?"
At Mo Xie's question, Ai Tutu immediately deflated like a punctured ball. She slumped weakly over the dining table and spoke with her little cherry lips pursed.
"Ugh, don't even ask. The Nomination Battles are so hard. I feel like I have no chance of getting a Recommendation Vote for the National Team. Looks like only Sister Jiaojiao will be able to get in."
Even with the rest of her deflated, those two balls of hers remained full and enormous, spreading across the dining table like two mounds of flesh and making quite a visual impact.
She had fought three Nomination Battles in total. At first, she had been brimming with enthusiasm, hoping to work hard and make a push for the National Team. But her strength was what it was, and after thinking it over, she had decided that winning a few matches would be enough.
Instead, she had suffered two straight losses right off the bat, and her teammates sometimes took their frustration out on her. Refusing to accept that, she had resolved to work hard and win at least once.
When Ai Jiangshan learned of his daughter's rare show of determination, he gave her his full support and even provided several expensive Magic Tools.
And thanks to an extremely powerful Demon-Slaying Tool, Ai Tutu had finally won