"Okay, I'll talk to Teacher Yu about it later! I'll get going first, if anything comes up we'll talk on WeChat!"
"Bye!"
...
Sun Yi had already walked more than ten meters, yet she still felt like there was a little rabbit in her chest thumping away.
As a professional host, strictly speaking Sun Yi should be at a Professional Level when it came to emotional control, but the moment she faced Zhang Yang head‑on, she realized all that training suddenly stopped working.
He clearly didn't look that handsome, yet he had this hard‑to‑describe special aura that made a girl like Sun Yi's heart surge and lose control.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang, the one who'd sent Sun Yi's emotions on a roller coaster, was wooden as ever, completely oblivious to the subtle emotional shifts. After seeing the pretty host off, he lowered his head again and continued checking the technical stats from Huang Zheng's previous matches.
A few minutes later, Huang Zheng also arrived at the venue with his people.
