Chapter Two: The Price of Ten Seconds

"Then manage it." Instead of pressing him, she brought blank cards from the strategy table. "Your calls are faster than our vision. Grade them. Level one: possible. Two: probable. Three: the team obeys without question. Stop deciding alone whether an opening is worth taking." "What if a level-three call is wrong?" "I take the blame." "Why?" "Because I'm acting captain. And because I dislike watching a teammate drown while he insists he is merely thirsty." By dawn, they had three call words. Lin still kept the secret, but for the first time he placed part of those ten seconds in someone else's hands. At the prematch press conference, a reporter asked, "The gap between you and Shen Yan is considered enormous.