The battle on the screen was so spectacular, yet these people were actually gathered around chatting—it was incredibly rude.
Surely, they had been led astray by Elbert.
Immediately, everyone glared maliciously at Elbert once more.
What did it have to do with them?
Qin Mo shook his head helplessly; his voice had already been very soft, but unexpectedly, it still drew such a crowd of onlookers. It seemed many people couldn’t resist and had been all ears eavesdropping!
"Stop dragging it out."
Qin Mo didn’t mean to keep them in suspense but simply stated, "Based on my investigation, the movement technique Lin Fu uses has never been performed by anyone before, so it must be her own original creation."
As soon as Qin Mo finished speaking, someone emotionally contested his claim.
Qin Mo glanced sideways at the person speaking. Although he said nothing, the person still felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar, cowering back into the crowd.
"Lin Fu has an extremely high swing on the roof of Elbert’s dormitory building. She sleeps on the swing every night—maybe that’s her training method."
Everyone’s eyes brightened with excitement.
Could it really be true?
Right there and then, someone used their personal device to order a swing. The search keyword was #LinFuSignatureSwing# Initially, they couldn’t find it, but soon a merchant popped up, claiming that the swing Lin Fu bought was from their store.
Though they didn’t provide a purchase record, the merchant pointed out the key feature with precision.
The merchant also mentioned they had advised against buying such a high swing as it was too dangerous, but had been refused.
Alright, this was the one, place the order!
Swiftly, the sales of swings surged, and as word spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, more people became aware.
"What are they doing?" Ji Xiu’s gaze wandered around, curiosity bubbling inside.
The whole venue became restless, looking secretive and abnormal.
"Watch carefully." Lin Fu wasn’t there, but Ivan took on the role of a capable team leader.
In the VIP seats, Fu Xing finally gave up on maintaining his image, opting for a more comfortable position. He lounged back in his chair, arms resting on armrests, his gaze focused intently on the screen. His dynamic video capturing was far superior to ordinary people, not something Venus could compare with.
But even after so long, he still couldn’t decipher Ah Foo’s movement patterns.
Now this was interesting.
Fu Xing’s lips curved into a smile, and his eyes were filled with pride.
He knew Ah Foo had been training all along, striving to fully master the unique movement technique that had spontaneously emerged last time; she had even named the technique. But whether Ah Foo was causing trouble or on her way to do so, it was easy to overlook and forget just how hard she worked.
Ah Foo’s personality and appearance were very deceptive, so much so that even he had once overlooked it. But once again, it was proven that champions are born, not determined by personality or appearance. Some people are destined to shine and burst onto the scene.
History’s Marshal Defo was one such figure, and so was Ah Foo.
Ah Foo was also working hard. Now that her efforts were paying off, Fu Xing felt happy but couldn’t help feeling a bit heartbroken for her.
"The battle has reached a deadlock."
Xia Zeming stated seriously.
Fu Xing turned to glance at him, "No, it hasn’t."
"How is that possible?" Xia Zeming suddenly became displeased, "Are you questioning my judgment?"
"Not at all, it’s just that you don’t know Lin Fu."
"Well, then explain."
Unfortunately, Fu Xing no longer paid him any attention.
The assistant moved even further away from their principal—couldn’t you tell when someone was ignoring you?