Yue Feng: "Teacher Hua, Director Ma!"
Old Master: "How did this round go?"
Yue Feng: "158 fish. I heard from a referee surnamed Zhang that it should be a score of one! He said he's your friend!"
"Great! That's just great! There are still three rounds to go, keep fighting in the upcoming matches, victory is in sight!"
At his age, the old master usually spoke and acted with great steadiness, so Yue Feng had never seen him this excited before. He even repeated the word 'great'.
Yue Feng, a bit embarrassed, scratched his head: "Uh, I'll certainly try my hardest!"
As they were chatting, Han Luofeng also came out carrying his fishing box and gear. When the old master asked, to everyone's expectations, he too had scored a point! Suddenly, both of Hua Clan's seedlings were doing well.
...
While Old Master Hua was personally interested in the scores, over at Tianyuan Team, members who had just finished their match were gathering together.
