Before the competition began.
Backstage.
The walkie-talkie transmitted the words of IGO supervisor Shinohara Shigetaro:
"The ingredients have passed inspection, I'm overseeing them in the warehouse, ensuring there will be no problems with the ingredients. From now on, it all depends on your own performance. This is all I can do... Good luck!"
"Thank you!"
After responding, Xia Yu handed the walkie-talkie to Zhu Qing, who was behind him, stood up, and gazed at his own reflection in the mirror—clad in spotless white—and nodded with satisfaction.
Zhu Qing took the walkie-talkie, but her gaze remained fixed on the wooden chest at Xia Yu's feet.
She vaguely recognized this all-wooden chest, but was he really planning to bring this kind of box on stage?
What for?
Observing the cloud of doubt on her niece's face reflected in the mirror, Xia Yu couldn't help but chuckle silently.
The details of the tool were floating on his retina:
