As the commentator's words fell, the entire arena erupted in cheers.
Qiao Sang sat in the competitors' area, looking toward the VIP section.
Her vision was excellent, and after scanning two rows, she easily spotted the vice principal sitting among them.
"You should head backstage to prepare." Billet's voice suddenly rang out.
Tonight's match was the only one, and the opponent was already known, so there was no need to wait for the system to confirm the list.
As soon as the words fell, Qiao Sang saw a familiar-faced staff member walking toward her.
"Then I'll go ahead." Qiao Sang stood up and said.
Billet nodded slightly.
Qiao Sang followed the staff member towards the backstage area.
Almost at the same time, Apollo Novitski also left the stage.
Billet tilted his head slightly, glancing at Apollo's back, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
Qiao Sang tonight, might not win as easily as the previous days.
But that's fine too, this is what he wanted to see...
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