"Hm? Hostility?!"
When Xia Ping passed through the metal detector and reached the city gate where everyone was gathering, he immediately sensed several intensely hostile gazes shooting toward him from a distance.
It was Feng Hetang!
He spotted a huge, fat man standing among the crowd not far away. Feng Hetang stood out like a crane among chickens, imposing and impossible to miss.
A couple of students from Xinbo Middle School were standing beside him. Even Han Shan and a couple of students from Zhengde Middle School were there. What a small world.
"These guys are in the Eighth District too. What a coincidence." Xia Ping's eyes flickered. Of the sixteen randomly assigned districts, he had ended up in the same one as Feng Hetang and the others. He could only chalk it up to luck.
But he paid them no mind, simply standing where he was and waiting for the competition to begin.
Not far away, though, Han Shan and the others had also spotted Xia Ping.
"Haha, I can't believe that damn Xia Ping was assigned to the Eighth District too. He's in for it now." Han Shan was overjoyed when he saw Xia Ping.
Even after they entered Simulation City, the place was so vast that finding Xia Ping wouldn't be easy. If he deliberately hid, it would be even harder.
But who would've thought the kid would be assigned to the Eighth District as well? Now, even if he wanted to run, he wouldn't get away.
"He's definitely in for it."
Feng Hetang gave a cold sneer. "I was going to deal with him later, but he's delivered himself right to my doorstep. It must be fate. You can't fight fate."
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes icy.
"That's right. A student