LY base.
In the head coach's office.
The members of the LY team were lined up in a row in the corridor outside the door, their faces full of anxiety. One moment they looked at the tightly shut door, then the next they looked at the end of the corridor.
"Hey, Lu Siyu has been in there for fifteen minutes, and he hasn't come out yet. Could something have happened to him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Is our Coach Wen that kind of person? At most, he'll only be half dead!"
"... But he finished second in the team today! If even he is being treated like this, then wouldn't we be even more..."
"Be content! Coach Wen would only say so much to you if he likes you! So many people on the outside want to ask him for advice and criticism, but they don't even have the chance!"
"Well, next time before you say something like this, wipe your tears first. It's too unconvincing."
"... You f*cking b*stard..."
