A division, backstage.
Xia Yu sat with his eyes closed, facing a dressing table with a mirror reflecting his youthful yet serene face. His facial features were gentle and unaffected by the faint cheers from outside the venue, seeming more like a spectator than the team's lead contestant about to compete in the first round.
"Her previous knockout round video tapes are here, aren't you going to watch and learn about your opponent beforehand?" Zhu Qing stood behind him with folded arms, looking into the mirror at the young man.
Hearing this, Xia Yu finally opened his eyes.
"There's no need."
"Do you plan to continue using that move, to imitate and surpass?"
Seeing Xia Yu's noncommittal expression, Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing as she said, "Last time, your opponent was unguarded, and you easily saw through them. What will you do this time if the opponent conceals themselves well, or, simply blocks your line of sight?"
