Kenneth Osborne had seen the first round.
He knew Mr. Zhuge was still Lawrence Winters' biggest rival.
Among those eight contestants, only Mr. Zhuge could compete with Lawrence Winters.
And he was also the winner of the first two sessions, with both experience and skill.
He thought for a moment and said, "You're still young, and it's just your first time in this competition. You shone in the first round, so even if you don't place later, it's fine."
Lawrence Winters gave him a sideways glance, "Mr. Osborne, is that how little you think of me? You're already betting I won't place later?"
"I just don't want you to feel burdened..." Kenneth Osborne shook his head with a wry smile, "Either way, whether you place or not, you're the best in my heart."
Lawrence Winters was about to get annoyed, but Kenneth Osborne's last sentence extinguished her anger.
