The two stood firm on the field when Lu Yingying suddenly interjected, "Wait, can we take a group photo together first?"
The well-conducted match was interrupted, and Tang Dewang's annoyance intensified as he said sternly, "Can't you take the picture after the match?"
"After the match, I'm afraid you might just leave if you lose."
Lu Yingying's remark stirred Tang Dewang once more, eliciting a cold snort from him.
"Am I that kind of ungracious person? Rest assured, win or lose, I will definitely stay here and wait for you to finish the photoshoot."
"Then it's settled."
Lu Yingying seized the moment and stepped back, waiting to witness Ma Lu's strategic majesty.
Without further disturbances, the match could finally begin.
Gao Zhiqiang wasn't in a hurry to make his move, as his opponent was a year younger and seemed to be a clumsy girl.
Gao Zhiqiang felt he should be somewhat courteous to his junior sister, so he didn't rush to act.