“And that concludes the first day of the tournament finals! A big thank you to all of you guys who joined us today, and I’ll be back tomorrow with even better commentary. This was Lan Fang, signing off!”0

Smiling, Lan Fang waved goodbye at the camera until the broadcast ended moments later.0

“Phew… That’s exhausting…” she muttered, slumping back into her chair.0

The energy had completely drained from her, leaving her languid with a wave of fatigue. Physically, she was fine—after all, she’d only been sitting—but the stress of having to provide commentary throughout the entire day had been mentally draining.0

Trying to sugarcoat something subpar isn’t exactly easy…0

Had it been an academic evaluation, she would have delivered honest, critical feedback as a professor. However, the tournament was a grand spectacle involving external guests, and her role was to make the matches sound as exciting as possible to the audience.0

She simply had no choice but to put a positive spin on things.0

Anyway, how is it possible that not a single student from the Department of Martial Arts made it into the top sixty-four?0

Their third-year honor student had been eliminated in the second match of Group A by Luize Valente, and their fourth-year honor student had met the same fate in Group B against Sung-Ha. Of course, their opponents were undeniably strong; it was just frustrating to see both students lose in a single blow without even putting up a fight.1

I’ll need to discuss this thoroughly with the other professors. Determined to address the department’s shortcomings, Lan Fang’s resolve intensified. 0

Knock- Knock-0

Lan Fei entered the room.0

“Fang, do you have a moment?”0

“Oh, sure. Come in,” Lan Fang replied, swiveling her chair to face him as he pulled up...0