After Coach Zhuang spent a good while in excitement, he picked up the phone again, having regained his previously composed demeanor.
Xu Ying shook the stopwatch in her hand: "Coach Zhuang, the numbers on the stopwatch aren't fake, you know. I have a video recorded on my phone. Want me to send it over for you to see?"
Coach Zhuang was completely in awe of Xu Ying: "No need, benefactor! I believe you, and I believe in the new coach too!"
He tried hard to control his emotions, but tears still welled up in his eyes. Having coached the national team for so many years, he had seen many sports geniuses who shone brightly for a time only to fall to obscurity and quietly fade from public view.
He thought Ling Yu, this unprecedented "Eastern Flying Man," would end up just like those athletes, retiring in loneliness. He was wrong!
Without exaggeration, Coach Zhuang really knelt and kowtowed to his phone: "Benefactor, dear leopard, I bow to you!"
