What It Means to Be a Support
"Whew," Xiang Peng whistled, leaning back on her chair. "That was one hell of a lunch."
"Man, none of you even washed your hands before eating…" I muttered, shaking my head in disappointment. "There's literally a built-in sink right here in this cart, and you aren't using it."
"Hehe, sorry~" Qing Yue winked and stuck out her tongue playfully. "I got too distracted."
"Well, what's done is done… just wash your hands now, if you're done eating," I sighed. "Qing Yue, you'll be fighting first in the afternoon, so get ready."
"Mkay~"
The girls walked over one by one, taking turns cleaning their hands. When they were done, a knock came at our door.
"Everyone, I hope you had a good lunch. Miss Qing Yue, please prepare for battle - it will be starting in approximately 5 minutes. Just come out whenever you are ready — I will be here waiting."
"Can you fight right after eating so much?" I asked in concern.