Su Xinyan was so angry she was gnashing her teeth, her facial expression stiff with tension.
These damn bitches had all been flattering her before the contest and now they were all here to watch her become a laughingstock.
Down below, many of Su Xinyan's friends and those currying favor with her stepped forward to congratulate her.
"Xinyan, congratulations on successfully advancing to the international contest in Y Country."
"That's right, second place doesn't matter, it's just a small preliminary match now; the finals are when you will truly showcase your strength."
"Exactly, let those people be smug for now, they won't have a chance to shine later on."
Upon hearing this, Su Xinyan's complexion finally improved slightly, and the pallor of her face gradually returned to normal.
And at this moment, many reporters also surrounded Su Xinyan, aiming their cameras at her.