Master Lin is a good man

Lin Fan heaved a sigh of relief after the journalists left. It was just a game of table tennis, was there really a need for the journalists to come?

Wu Youlan, on the other hand, was elated. "Brother Lin, you are really amazing!"

Lin Fan waved her away with a calm demeanor. "It's alright. My opponent wasn't any good anyway."

For Wu Youlan, she simply adored Brother Lin too much. She definitely would have watched the program the previous night.

As one of Lin Fan's most loyal fans, she definitely had to watch the program. At the start, she was seething with rage, seeing that the Japanese competitor was just so cocky. After seeing Brother Lin thrash him, her heart was filled with joy.

Fraud Tian looked at Lin Fan suspiciously. The more he looked at him, the less he understood him. This brat was just too strong, it was almost insanity.