The students and teachers watching this match were all staring intently at the screen, but none of their expressions looked good, especially the teachers and students from Camp 2.
Academic Affairs Center.
Niu Houdao had a fiery temper. Right in front of everyone, he suddenly slammed the table hard. "That bastard."
Yang Zhi's expression was just as ugly, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a thing. After all, his public image had always been that of a refined gentleman. If he accidentally cursed, it would damage that image. Once the image was damaged, it would be hard to repair in the future.
Yang Zhi saying nothing didn't mean he was in a good mood. In fact, his mood was even worse than Niu Houdao's!
Wei Xiaoxiong was a student of the First Army. A First Army student doing something like this and even screwing himself over in the process was an on-site demonstration of pure stupidity. What do you call that?
Disgraceful!
Disgraceful to grandma's house.
