"Yeah. I thought having one oddball like Li Hui at East District School was bizarre enough, but I never expected another, even bigger oddball to show up."
"Li Hui at least came onto the ring to admit defeat. This Zhou En did not even dare come over to surrender. What a coward."
"If I were the principal of East District School, I would have expelled both of them ages ago."
"Hahaha, East District School's two biggest oddballs. If East District School wins, I'll chop off my own hand."
"We can bet on East District School losing now. We might make a fortune."
"Damn it, all the bets on East District School losing have sold out. Looks like even the bookies don't think East District School has a chance."
"Understandable, understandable."
The mocking voices nearly blew the roof off the stadium. Even East District School's students began cursing Zhou En again.
They wished they could skin Zhou En alive.
"East District School's coach has requested a fifteen-minute delay. It seems East District School's contestant, Zhou En, truly has not arrived." As everyone discussed the matter, Sister Qian's voice rang out from the commentator's booth at just the right moment.
"Haha, I told you. Zhou En was definitely late."
"This has completely refreshed my understanding of East District School. This might be the funniest school I've ever seen."
"What kind of school produces what kind of people."
Listening to everyone's unrestrained comments about East District School and looking at Sister Qian ahead of her, Zhang Li knew that if it had been her, she never would have been able to say such things.
A trace of sadness rose in Zhang Li's heart. She felt sorry for her school.
In the East District spectator stands, Leng Yanxi patted her ample chest and spoke