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When the match ended, Xia Shuyao led Zhu Xuanming and Lin Chiluan to the door of VIP Room 77 and lightly knocked.
If the City Lord's VIP Room 99 fully displayed grace and elegance, and the box occupied by the Soul Douluo in 88 was all gilded luxury, then VIP Room 77, where Liu Ruyan had paused earlier, was like a bright flower in full bloom, every corner exuding a uniquely feminine softness and charm.
Pushing the door open, they saw Chen Xiaojun sitting upright inside, with Xiao Yi and Yang Yanlang beside him. Even more unexpectedly, Zhong Weifeng was also there.
Why was he here?
Today's schedule had reached the fourteenth round, and Yue Si happened to have a bye.
Looking back at the road so far, Chang'an Team had faced a difficult, perilous first ten rounds, Cang Hui Team was troublesome in the second half, while the Yue Si team happened to run into powerful opponents right in the middle stretch, roughly from round six to round fifteen, making every step difficult.
Seeing Xia Shuyao and the other two enter, Zhong Weifeng rose and cupped his hands to Chen Xiaojun in farewell. "Brother, Weifeng will take his leave first."
Chen Xiaojun also rose to see him off, escorting Zhong Weifeng to the door.
Xia Shuyao and the other two hurriedly saluted Chen Xiaojun. "Young Master!"
Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly, signaling for them to sit, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile. "Sister Shuyao, Brother Xuanming, Sister Chiluan, you all performed well today. You took down Cang Hui Team without using your trump cards."
"Against the Three Great Academies, you have two wins and one loss. Your reputation has soared."
Xia Shuyao raised her delicate brows and said in a playful