The sun moved directly overhead, bringing the temperature to its hottest point of the day.
Weidao High School.
Since morning, the entire island of Weidao had been shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere.
Weidao students emerged from their classrooms in groups of three or five, one after another. Their expressions varied; some looked solemn, while others were fired up.
Yet without exception, every Weidao student gave the impression of a bull with bloodshot eyes, trapped in a cage and waiting for the moment it would be opened so they could explode into action.
A student with the title "Oddball" above his head walked out of the Teaching Building and looked around. In a low voice, he said to the companion beside him, who had a title above their head as well, "There's no avoiding it now."
Changhu happened to walk out at that moment, too. He turned around and looked up at the Teaching Building.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with several striped tattoos at his temples, came up to Changhu. He took a cigarette case from his pocket. "Want one?"
The title "Crimson Overlord" hovered above the man's head. He was clearly a Deathmatch participant, too.
Changhu turned around and raised a hand to push away the cigarette case held out to him. "Don't just accept things from strangers."
"Don't be so wary. Now that we've enrolled, we Deathmatch participants are more or less schoolmates."
Changhu's response didn't bother Huangfu Zhuo. He slowly shook a cigarette out of the case and put it between his lips, then took out a lighter, lit it, and inhaled deeply before exhaling a ring of smoke.
Only after savoring the nicotine did he lazily ask, "I came over just to ask about that guy from yesterday. You knew him before, right?"
"So what if