As always, Shen Yan reminded the girls of important things to note during the competition, such as the time and rules of the final round.
He looked at the girl who had been listening attentively to him, and teased her with a smile, "Anyway, don't put too much pressure on yourself. There are only three of you, so no matter how you compete, you'll get a ranking. The worst you can do is third place!"
Shi Miao was originally aiming for the championship, but hearing Shen Yan's comforting words, even though they sounded like a lame joke, still warmed her heart.
She leaned back casually on the sofa, her dark eyes shimmering. "Mmm."
Seeing that she didn't seem to be under any psychological pressure, Shen Yan felt a little relieved, gently patted her shoulder, and then turned to talk to Li Wenlin.
Shi Miao looked away, lazily stretched out her legs, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and took her phone out of her pocket.
As soon as I opened WeChat, my phone rang with a "ding".
It was a message from Xie Sizhou.
[Sister Shi, Lao Qin and I just arrived at the door. Where are you and Brother Chen?]
Shi Miao looked down at the message he sent, her dark eyelashes slightly lowered, and she quickly replied by tapping her phone screen with her fingers.
I was backstage, and he was in the audience.
After replying to his message, Shi Miao logged out and opened the other unread messages, replying to them one by one.
Shen Yan was talking to Li Wenlin when he turned around unintentionally and saw the girl leaning lazily on the sofa, replying to messages on her phone with her left hand.
He hadn't paid much attention at first, but after looking at it more closely, he discovered the secret. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask, "Shi Miao, you type very fast with your left hand?"
"Hmm?" Shi Miao was focused on replying to messages when she heard this. She paused, looked up at him, and saw his clear, pure eyes.
Shen Yan thought she hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated it.
Shi Miao then noticed that Shen Yan was staring at her left hand with a mixture of surprise and delight. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, and she probably guessed what he was thinking. She lowered her dark eyes, looked away, and said casually, "It's alright."
Shen Yan rubbed his hair, then suddenly remembered that he couldn't put too much pressure on her, so he silently swallowed what he wanted to say, feeling quite uncomfortable inside.
He really thought Shi Miao typed incredibly fast with her left hand!
Shi Miao glanced at the time; there was still half an hour until the final. She put away her phone and stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."
...
As soon as Shi Miao came out of the restroom, she ran into a tall foreign athlete.
The reason she recognized him as one of the contestants was because Shen Yan had shown her the information and photos of the other two contestants, and the one she was currently meeting was Ace, who was representing country M.
When Shi Miao saw Ace's photo, she felt like she had seen him somewhere before; he looked familiar.
However, she didn't think too much about it, since blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners all looked the same to her.
Shi Miao glanced casually at the young man who was walking over, then quickly looked away, focusing her gaze ahead as she walked towards her lounge.
Ace, who had been expressionless, glanced indifferently at the girl who had just passed him, then suddenly turned around as if he had been electrocuted, and strode forward to block her path.
His expression was quite astonished, his light blue eyes filled with disbelief. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.
Shi Miao was forced to stop, her brow furrowing as she looked up at him, her eyes half-closed, her dark pupils cold and agitated, her voice slightly icy: "What is it?"
After seeing the girl's face up close, Ace couldn't hide his joy. His hands, hanging limply at his sides, were too excited to know what to do. He stammered, "M, M!"
Good heavens, he actually saw his own boss, and in real life at that!
Upon hearing this, Shi Miao was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with deep surprise. She carefully examined the man's face, and considering that he actually recognized her, she finally remembered where she had seen him before.
Every year, Yiduohua would give her a list of new members, which would naturally include photos of the new members. She had seen this face on last year's list of new members, which explained why she felt that the contestant's photo looked familiar when Shen Yan gave her the photo.
"Boss, what are you doing here!" Ace scratched his golden curly hair, looking at the girl standing a step away from him. He was absolutely certain that she was their boss, M!
Shi Miao never expected that she would run into someone she knew while participating in a competition.
She raised her hand to press down the brim of her hat, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone walking towards them. She whispered, "Come and join the competition."
Ace: "......"
He opened his mouth, almost unable to believe what he was hearing, his expression quite complicated, "Boss, the competition you're going to participate in isn't today's..."
"Okay, we'll talk about it later." Shi Miao nodded, then walked around him toward the lounge.
......
Ace watched his boss's figure disappear around the corner, then slowly withdrew his gaze, suppressing the excitement and elation in his heart. He didn't even bother to go to the bathroom and hurriedly returned to his lounge.
He pushed open the door, glanced at the US staff accompanying him inside, and announced loudly, "I want to withdraw from the competition!"
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What? What's wrong with this little brat now?
We finally managed to persuade him to represent country M in this software competition.
But then, something unexpected happened again at the crucial moment of the finals.
The accompanying staff were completely bewildered. They looked at each other, wide-eyed and utterly confused.
Ace ignored their expressions and looked quite serious, not at all like he was joking. "Could you guys contact the organizers for me and tell them I want to withdraw from the competition?"
"Mr. Ace, why are you suddenly withdrawing from the competition?" one of the accompanying staff members asked, puzzled. "You know, you had a very good chance of representing our country in this software competition and winning first place. We've made it to the finals, and the competition is about to start in twenty minutes. Isn't withdrawing now...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ace interrupted him, "In short, I'm definitely not going to be number one this time!"
"This...didn't you say yesterday that Aaron from Country Y was no match for you at all...?" The other party was a little confused.
“Him?” Ace frowned, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall, clearly looking down on Aaron. “I’m not talking about him.”
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the staff member. If it wasn't Aaron, then the only remaining contestant was that Chinese player.
"You're not talking about that contestant from China, are you?"
Ace slightly raised his chin, glanced at him with his deep eyes, and gave a faint "hmm".
"Mr. Ace, this...you're not kidding, are you?" The staff member frowned, completely unable to understand what he was saying. He found Ace's sudden decision to withdraw from the competition both ridiculous and absurd.
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