Whether it was the students who came to the scene alongside Wu Peiliang or those quietly observing from their own seats,
they couldn't help but fall into silence.
All eyes fell on the calm-faced young student.
From the reaction of the crowd, Zhao Rong got the answer he wanted to know.
"I thought... you were something formidable," he shook his head, disregarding the discontent and frustration of the people around, and sighed to himself.
Wu Peiliang: "Zhao Ziyu! You..."
"Stop with the 'You, you' nonsense," Zhao Rong interrupted with a curl of his lip.
In a lackluster tone he said, "Fine, if there's no second best, that's how it is. As long as I can make do, that's enough."
Wu Peiliang's face turned the color of liver, but he quickly caught himself, suppressed the anger rising within, and tried to remain composed.
You can't get angry, whoever loses their cool first, loses.
"Hehe, Mr. Zhao sure talks big," Wu Peiliang chuckled.
