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Shi Wenfei took a sad step back. "Sister, how can you say that? Aren't we sisters? And I don't mean anything by it. I'm just worried about you."

She looked down and bit her lip. "I'm afraid if that person is better than Sister, and Sister loses, what will happen? If you'd lost, you would have to—"

Shi Wenfei stood in front of Shi Ran with her head lowered. Her voice was sobbing and she sounded extremely pitiful.

"Shi ran, don't go overboard." Zhou Yufan stood beside Shi Wenfei with heartache and looked at Shi Ran unhappily.

"Your heart aches?" Shi Ran half-smiled.

"Stop fooling around." Zhou Yufan sounded helpless.

Due to the camera, it was not convenient for him to say many things.

But one thing was suspicious.

"I grew up with you. As I recall, you weren't very good at sports, martial arts or racing. You used to be reluctant to touch them."

"Then shouldn't you reflect on your problems?" Shi Ran raised her eyebrows.