"Hey, son, just tell me-did your dad look cool up onstage or what?" Cheng Tian's father said with a grin, holding the trophy in one arm and slinging the other around Cheng Tian's neck. The two were as close as brothers.
"Sure, sure, you were the coolest," Cheng Tian said with a laugh. "Speaking of which... where did Mom go? I didn't see her come cheer you on..."
"Her?" Cheng Tian's father shook his head helplessly. "Your mom came to watch two of my preliminary matches at first, but then she realized she didn't understand it, so she stopped coming. She's spent the past month shopping at Kyoto Mall. Anyway, the entry fee's been waived, so she can buy some other things if she likes."
"Then when are you going home?"
"Our tickets are for tomorrow. How about I stay to watch your matches?"
"No need... ours should be livestreamed too... just take Mom home and watch the stream..."
The father and son walked out of the stadium. Meanwhile, in the competitors' lounge inside, Long Weixi looked at Wen Xu, who had already withdrawn into herself and curled up in a corner, unsure what to say.
Wen Xu: (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)
Looking at Wen Xu, who usually had such an icy air and rarely smiled or joked, now curled up in the corner like a miserable little dumpling, Long Weixi honestly did want to go comfort her for a moment.
But she hesitated, afraid Wen Xu would stick to her like a stubborn medicinal plaster. Just as she wavered, someone knocked on the door.
"Um... Miss Long," a staff member called from outside, "we're about to clear the venue. Aren't you ready yet?"
"Just a moment, just a moment! We'll be right out," Long Weixi called toward the door. She turned to