"Ning Xixi, I won this competition," Dong Yingluo confronted Ning Xixi right off the bat.
Ning Xixi raised her head and glanced at her, her gaze landing on the piece of clothing Dong Yingluo was holding in her arms. She couldn't help but clench her fist and mustered a calm voice, "Congratulations."
Dong Yingluo was not satisfied with these two words and sneered, "How can you be so confident to join the competition when you play so poorly?"
At this remark, others from the sports department felt this was going a bit too far.
There were also others like Ning Xixi who joined the team just to fill the numbers needed for the competition, and they were speechless.
Although they were not good at playing, they had also contributed to this competition. After all, there was a shortage of participants, and they were asked by the head of the department to help out.