A satisfied smirk played across Wei's lips as he considered the possibilities.
'The tournament finale was somewhat crude, but did Klein have diarrhea in the semifinals then? It made no sense...
How could that crazy spore kid, with the most pathetic beast in existence, and his team of a mediocre beetle and a support snake possibly deal with…'
A high-pitched squeal interrupted his thoughts, making him jump.
"Theodore!" Finch's voice pierced through the hallway like they didn't exist. "THEODORE! Bring the special calculator! The one we use for big accounts!"
Wei froze mid-step. He hated dealing with Finch when he got like this. Perhaps he should use the other reception, even if the line was longer he could avoid his nonsensical banter and his...
"Three hundred and ten thousand in one month from an iron 1 student!" Finch's shout nearly made Wei drop his papers. "Theodore! Are you seeing this or am I dreaming? THREE HUNDRED AND TEN THOUSAND!"