"Su Jun, pinch me, quick. Did I hear that right? Mo Ke got picked?" Xia Song frantically stuck his arm in front of Su Jun, signaling for him to pinch it.
Su Jun raised his hand but pinched himself instead.
He also thought he had misheard.
But the promotional picture of Mo Ke that appeared on the big screen couldn't be wrong. The Suns really had picked Mo Ke.
"How could this be?"
"I don't get it. The Suns never even held a tryout for Mo Ke, did they?"
Amid their shock, the surrounding Chinese colleagues had already started discussing it.
The Suns' pick was too sudden.
Xia Song decided not to leave and sat back down in front of Su Jun. He had already pinched himself and confirmed he wasn't dreaming.
"What do you think the Suns were thinking? Why would they suddenly pick Mo Ke?" Xia Song mumbled to himself, still unable to figure out why the Suns would do such a thing.
