Even if he only loses one match, there's no guarantee that his opponent on the last day won't restrain him, drag out the time, and prevent him from advancing to the next round.
So, he can't afford to lose again, losing would be very dangerous.
Li Shanchun doesn't even dare to take time off to eat now. In the cafeteria, he shovels food into his mouth, cheeks puffing up, squeezing every minute and second to hurry up for training.
Chef Li couldn't stand his sweaty, smelly appearance, and immediately gave him a towel, rubbed off his sweat, and complained, "Eat slowly, or I'll hit you if you spray your food all over."
Su Xiaocai was eating fried chicken wings, silently pushing her plate aside.
"Uncle, you have to encourage me, the coach said I need to be inspired to improve, don't ruin the mood."
"I'm wiping your sweat and yet you say I'm ruining the mood." Chef Li muttered quietly, not commenting further.
The interaction between the uncle and niece was very warm and everyday.
