Wang Chuqin made a gesture and walked over to the side of the court. Xiao Ding followed beside him, looking at him somewhat nervously: "Brother Tou, are you injured?"
Wang Chuqin squeezed his own left wrist, flexed it, and frowned. "No, just a bit tired. Let me catch my breath." With that, he picked up a water bottle with his right hand and tilted his head back, chugging it down in huge gulps.
He couldn't very well say he was afraid that things had been going too smoothly, that his form was too good, and that he might accidentally win.
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