Outside the Training Field gates.
"Let me give you one more warning. Competition rankings are not something people of your and Bai Zhenzhen's status can occupy forever."
"For the upcoming first-year Dao Heart Competition, the two of you should stay out of it."
With that, Zhou Chechen walked into the Training Field, seemingly having no intention of giving Zhang Yu a chance to argue.
Or rather... if you wanted to resist, then come in and say it to my face. If you had the confidence, and the courage.
As Zhou Chechen arrived, the entire Training Field seemed to welcome the depths of winter.
It was not merely that the chill Zhou Chechen brought had objectively lowered the temperature.
It was also the accumulated authority carried by this Student Union Vice President, like black clouds pressing down upon a city, leaving both first-year and second-year students present scarcely daring to breathe.
The first-year students immediately bowed in unison. "Greetings, Senior."
The second-year students on the other side likewise bowed and said, "Greetings, President."
Even Lan Ling, who had been somewhat furious just moments ago, calmed down under the impact of the chill emanating from Zhou Chechen. He no longer argued with Bai Zhenzhen.
The muscles in his chest flexed slightly. Then, with a swipe of his hand, he sealed the torn skin and muscle back together, completely wiping away the words "college student."
Zhou Chechen swept his gaze across the crowd before finally looking at Bai Zhenzhen. He said coolly, "Bai Zhenzhen, Senior Lan Ling kindly offered to instruct you in practical combat techniques, yet you resorted to tricks to humiliate him. That truly goes against the spirit of Songyang High School..."
Watching this scene, Zhao Tianxing felt an all-too-familiar sensation rise within him. "It's happening again. It was like this