At eight o'clock sharp, Hong Cuiting couldn't help but wonder if Shen You'an had stood her up.
Zhao Jiajia tugged at Chen Duo, who was about to leave. "Don't go just yet. Coach Hong brought in some kind of expert from outside. We might even pick up a thing or two."
She spoke humbly, but her tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
Chen Duo frowned and shot her a glance, then prepared to shake off her hand and leave.
Just as she turned around, a young girl walked straight toward them.
The girl was dressed casually, wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her figure was slim and tall, her outfit understated yet striking—cool and mysterious.
Zhao Jiajia couldn't help but stare at her, focusing first on her clothes—they were all regular-brand items.
Hong Cuiting hesitantly asked, "Shen?"
The girl stopped in front of Hong Cuiting and took off her mask. "Coach Hong."
Hong Cuiting jumped out of her chair in excitement. "Good, good, good."
