Chapter 326: Plots, Plans, and Pests
Sun Hua had a much better time watching the tournament matches than she’d expected. Growing up in such a small village, she had obviously never been to a sporting event, but from what she’d heard, she had doubted very much that one would be to her liking.
Large crowds. Sweaty men and women beating each other to a pulp. Violence. None of that seemed appealing to her.
Mother had trained her for such a situation, of course. If the event was important to her boss, she should attend and feign interest. Otherwise, such activities were a waste of time.
Reality turned out much different than expectations. Rather than feeling stifled by the thousands of people surrounding her, Sun Hua had gotten caught up in the excitement and the energy. It was especially fun watching people she knew, like Zi Delan and Huang Yimun and Zhong Yun compete and win.
The actual fighting didn’t appeal to her overly much, but cheering on her sect along with hundreds of her fellows made her feel like part of a team. Considering how isolated she’d previously felt in the village, it was a pleasant change.
And the food was good, too. The variety for offer in the stalls was Senior Sister’s favorite part, and she convinced Sun Hua to try a bite of everything. She’d never realized so many types of food existed!
Overall, the Rising Tide Sect was seventy-three for seventy-three in the first round of the Qi Gathering division of the martial contest that took place over the first few days of the tournament, and she had enjoyed herself much more than she would have believed. By the end of the round, though, she felt bad for the clan most of her sect members had fought. Not all the contests were as one sided as Zi Delan’s but many of them were.
Those poor people!
After the last of the Rising Tide members, Ren Ning, won his match, the contingent all prepared to leave for their compound, ready for the day off before the start of the second round. Sun Hua walked along with Senior Sister, listening to her talk to Senior Brother about the performance of the individual fighters—what they did well, what needed improvement, ideas for new techniques, etc.
A man wearing a blue robe of the Swift Blizzard Sect waved, and for a moment, Sun Hua was quite confused. The person definitely was trying to attract her attention, but why? She didn’t know anyone from that sect.
But he looked familiar.
His name hit her. It was Wu You, the guy she’d sat beside at the logistics meeting.