From the commentary booth, Zhang Li watched Zhou En hammering his opponent furiously in the ring. The worry that had filled her face vanished, replaced by a confident smile.
"Zhou En is using Sun Character Consecutive Fist for close-range combat again. Everyone knows that once someone is within Wing Chun range, it's very difficult to evade their fists. It looks like I can congratulate contestant Zhou En ahead of time."
Sister Qian was energetically commentating into the microphone when she suddenly noticed Zhang Li smiling behind her and couldn't help asking,
"Do you regret it? Giving up such a rare chance to comment because you were worried about your school's performance?"
Zhang Na shook her head and said, "I don't regret it."
Those words left Sister Qian, who had been preparing to nag her, completely speechless.
In an inconspicuous seat in the East District stands, Leng Yanxi spoke loudly to the principal on the phone.
"Daddy, Zhou En won this round."
"What?" the principal asked in disbelief. He even wondered whether his ears were playing tricks on him. Could he really have grown old?
"Zhou En won." When Leng Yanxi's clear voice came through the phone, the principal collapsed into his grand chair.
"How could this happen? Zhou En actually won? That guy—I already expelled you, and you still won?"
"Daddy." Hearing the principal muttering incoherently on the other end, Leng Yanxi called out to him again. To be honest, she had found it extremely hard to believe when she saw what happened too.
This guy always manages to surprise people.
Leng Yanxi had yet to realize that her opinion of Zhou En was gradually changing.
"Doesn't the West District School still have one person who hasn't competed? I don't think Zhou En is guaranteed to win." Only after a