"It's too hot! Get away from me!" Long Weixi pushed Wen Xu, who had come over and hugged her tightly, far away with utter disdain.
Wen Xu: (ʘ̥∧ʘ̥)
"Tch, a loss is a loss. What's there to say?" Long Weixi puffed up her cheeks and turned away, deliberately refusing to look at her.
"Just you wait! I'll definitely win next time!"
Seeing that Long Weixi was not actually angry, Wen Xu finally let out a soft sigh of relief, cradled her head, and gently stroked it.
Long Weixi had wanted to struggle at first, but after thinking about it, she stayed still.
"Thank you..."
At the sound of that cool voice, Long Weixi looked up from her embrace in surprise. What she saw was a pair of gentle eyes, completely unlike their usual icy look.
"Well... thanking me and all that... it's kind of embarrassing." Long Weixi turned her head away, looking somewhat evasive.
"We're... still friends, at least..."
"Oh, look, the two beauties are out." Cao Min deliberately teased them.
"Thanks for your hard work in the match." Su Han smiled. "Coach Wen Xu's match was really exciting. There were several times I thought you were going to lose."
Cheng Tian agreed wholeheartedly. "Yeah, exactly! Coach Wen Xu really has a profound understanding of Ghost-types. You actually turned the tables from the brink of defeat!"
Not just them-the others offered their congratulations as well.
They were talking about the match Wen Xu had just played against the Canadian competitor with the same ranking, after her battle with Long Weixi. Wen Xu had seemed intent on venting all the frustration from her battle with Long Weixi in one go. With all sorts of bizarre lines of thinking and obnoxious moves, she had left her opponent groaning incessantly, fully bringing