The battle on the screen was so spectacular, yet these people were actually gathered around chatting—it was incredibly rude.
Surely, they had been led astray by Elbert.
Imdiately, everyone glared maliciously at Elbert once more.
"..."
What did it have to do with them?
Qin Mo shook his head helplessly; his voice had already been very soft, but unexpectedly, it still drew such a crowd of onlookers. It seed many people couldn’t resist and had been all ears eavesdropping!
How crafty.
"Spill it."
"Stop dragging it out."
Qin Mo didn’t an to keep them in suspense but simply stated, "Based on my investigation, the movent technique Lin Fu uses has never been perford by anyone before, so it must be her own original creation."
"Impossible!"
As soon as Qin Mo finished speaking, soone emotionally contested his claim.
Qin Mo glanced sideways at the person speaking. Although he said nothing, the person still felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar, cowering back into the crowd.
"Lin Fu has an extrely high swing on the roof of Elbert’s dormitory building. She sleeps on the swing every night—maybe that’s her training thod."
Everyone’s eyes brightened with excitent.
Could it really be true?
No, they had to try.
Right there and then, soone used their personal device to order a swing. The search keyword was #LinFuSignatureSwing# Initially, they couldn’t find it, but soon a rchant popped up, claiming that the swing Lin Fu bought was from their store.
Though they didn’t provide a purchase record, the rchant pointed out the key feature with precision.
High!
The rchant also ntioned they had advised against buying such a high swing as it was too dangerous, but had been refused.
Alright, this was the one, place the order!
Swiftly, the sales of swings surged, and as word spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, more people beca aware.
"What are they doing?" Ji Xiu’s gaze wandered around, curiosity bubbling inside.
"Who knows."
The whole venue beca restless, looking secretive and abnormal.
"Watch carefully." Lin Fu wasn’t there, but Ivan took on the role of a capable team leader.
"Oh!"
In the VIP seats, Fu Xing finally gave up on maintaining his image, opting for a more comfortable position. He lounged back in his chair, arms resting on armrests, his gaze focused intently on the screen. His dynamic video capturing was far superior to ordinary people, not sothing Venus could compare with.
But even after so long, he still couldn’t decipher Ah Foo’s movent patterns.
Now this was interesting.
Fu Xing’s lips curved into a smile, and his eyes were filled with pride.
He knew Ah Foo had been training all along, striving to fully master the unique movent technique that had spontaneously erged last ti; she had even nad the technique. But whether Ah Foo was causing trouble or on her way to do so, it was easy to overlook and forget just how hard she worked.
Ah Foo’s personality and appearance were very deceptive, so much so that even he had once overlooked it. But once again, it was proven that champions are born, not determined by personality or appearance. So people are destined to shine and burst onto the scene.
History’s Marshal Defo was one such figure, and so was Ah Foo.
Ah Foo was also working hard. Now that her efforts were paying off, Fu Xing felt happy but couldn’t help feeling a bit heartbroken for her.
"The battle has reached a deadlock."
Xia Zeming stated seriously.
Fu Xing turned to glance at him, "No, it hasn’t."
"How is that possible?" Xia Zeming suddenly beca displeased, "Are you questioning my judgnt?"
"Not at all, it’s just that you don’t know Lin Fu."
"Well, then explain."
Unfortunately, Fu Xing no longer paid him any attention.
The assistant moved even further away from their principal—couldn’t you tell when soone was ignoring you?
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