The next day, in Lounge 18 of the Silver Conference Hall.
Chen Shi lounged comfortably on the sofa, seemingly untroubled by the upcoming match.
Pheobe, on the other hand, was visibly excited, checking the time every so often to see whether the match had started.
Steven couldn't help rubbing his temples. "Could you stop checking already?"
"Can't you see that the guy who's actually competing isn't even worried?"
"What good does worrying do you?"
Pheobe pouted. "I don't know why either. I'm so nervous right now that I can't calm down at all."
Chen Shi raised an eyebrow. "How about you go out there in my place, then?"
Pheobe opened her mouth, but no words came out. Then she sat down sulkily.
Ever since the start of the day, Pheobe had been inexplicably worked up, as though she were the one about to compete.
Just then, the lounge door suddenly opened.
Two little kids ran inside, their faces lighting up with delight the moment they saw Chen Shi.
"Big Brother Chen Shi! (Junior Martial Uncle!)"
In an instant, both kids barreled straight into Chen Shi's arms.
"Junior Martial Uncle, I know you'll win today's match! I'll be cheering for you too!"
Gary tilted his head up, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Yeah, Big Brother Chen Shi, I'll be cheering for you too! Make sure you win the championship!"
Ash scratched his head and said it with a broad grin.
"You two have that much confidence in me?" Chen Shi smiled as he patted both kids on the head.
"Of course! Big Brother Chen Shi (Junior Martial Uncle) is the best!"
The two little boys spoke in unison.
Before he could answer, Professor Oak, who had followed them inside, walked over with a serious expression.
"Chen Shi, I believe you'll win