"Ohohoh, pretty pretty!"
Inside the observation center, officials were watching the match.
Looking at the consecutive tumbles Gu Qingjiu made, these foreigners praised her in a surprised tone and gaped in awe.
Questioning themselves, those dodges were almost beyond the grasp of their understanding.
Sure enough, every year, these new players would refresh their perceptions.
At this point, it was already late in the night. Nian Chusheng suddenly jolted awake by the exclamations from the center. He shook his head sharply to clear his blurry mind.
He wiped his eyes with some awkwardness.
According to the rules, officials must take turns watching the game.
After all, not only Gu Qingjiu and the rest were to take part, but the old guys like them had their tasks.
They would have to report their feelings and reflections after returning. He felt helpless about it.
