"Give it a rest. All of our academies know that Zhu Zhuqing is Dean Han's disciple. She had the strength to win the match—what right do you have to question her?" A Divine Wind Academy student whom Zhu Zhuqing had defeated could not help speaking up for her.
"And that student behind you, wearing a half-face mask—what kind of appearance is that? If you had even half of Young Master Feng's looks, that would be one thing. With such an ordinary face, you still want to act cool?"
Tang San stepped forward several paces and said coldly, "Our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents. You have no right to criticize me."
Rather than argue with him, the man said blandly, "Fine, fine, fine. I don't want to waste my breath with you. You should hurry back. The quarterfinals are already over, so don't interfere with the referees arranging the next round of matches!"
"Ahem, sir, please stop making trouble. I still need to draw the next opponent." Feng Xiaotian stepped forward at that moment.
"You... Fine, fine. You were all in on it together, weren't you? Canaan Academy actually rigged the competition openly. Fine, very fine." Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, and even his breathing became rapid.
Seeing more and more onlookers gathering, Yu Xiaogang, afraid of being recognized, hurriedly pulled Tang San away.
After running some distance, Tang San could not help asking, "The semifinals are about to begin. Teacher, where did Tianheng go?"
"Tianheng?" Only then did Yu Xiaogang recall that he had not seen Yu Tianheng at the referees' drawing venue earlier.
"Uncle Xiaogang, I'm here. Cough, cough." Yu Tianheng came trembling over to Yu Xiaogang.
There were still many unmelted ice shards on his body, and he looked utterly bedraggled.
"Tianheng, did you win?"