"But the death rate of such competitions is already high, so don't feel any pressure," Yu Xiaoyu said, trying to relieve Shao Zifeng of pressure, but her own delicate face was tightly stretched, and her slender fingers kept grasping the sofa, seemingly extremely conflicted inside.
Shao Zifeng responded, "I don't feel pressured. Besides, can we find any information on the Bald Eagles' team? Um... the more detailed kind."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoyu guessed his intention. At that moment, she felt it was her duty as a teacher to act like a teacher and dispel the unrealistic thought in his mind.
Therefore, she said with a displeased face, "I know you know Wang Hao, but now is not the time to act rashly. Let's not even talk about whether we can encounter the other team among so many; even if we do end up together, we still can't get detailed information. They are foreigners after all. If you keep fantasizing, I will..."
