Everything Hitting

"Yup, you're dirtier than me," Du Ming unexpectedly replied back to Fang Rui immediately. He seemed quite eager and quite happy to acknowledge it.

"Fuck! You can't lose, even if it's in being dirty!" Lu Boyuan jumped out of his seat. He had been feeling rather unhappy because of his defeat in the group arena. Just when he was feeling particularly sad, he saw Du Ming admitting that he couldn't compare to his opponent and couldn't bear it. As for what was being compared, that wasn't the point.

"Um... well..." Fang Minghua coughed.

"From the way Tang Rou plays, I don't think she's very appreciative of people who play dirty," Jiang Botao said.

"Fang Rui hit him right where it hurts!" Fang Minghua said.

"That's why he immediately made things clear," Jiang Botao said.

"If that's all he's concerned about, how is he going to win?" Lu Boyuan was very dissatisfied with how Du Ming was letting his emotions affect the match, especially in one as crucial as the finals.