Xiao Yao returned to his seat, and Xiao Yu and the other girls beside Instructor Ruo Lin immediately gathered around him, chattering away with questions.
"Enough, enough. Haven't you all come to understand Xiao Yao's strength over the past month? Isn't this sort of performance perfectly normal for him? Can you quiet down? You might be called up soon."
Instructor Ruo Lin shook her head helplessly and gently pulled the worshipful girls back.
"Xun Er, it looks like we only need to compete once today. There'll probably be one hundred and fifty people left in the tournament tomorrow. It's already afternoon, and in another hour or two, it'll be evening," Xiao Yao said softly, catching the faint fragrance of a young girl drifting from Xun Er beside him.
Xun Er glanced sideways at Xiao Yao and asked quietly, "What is it? Xiao Yao-gege, you wouldn't be planning to leave before the tournament ends, would you?"
Xiao Yao took Xun Er's soft, boneless little hand in his right hand, feeling its delicate smoothness against his palm. Leaning a little closer, he said in a low voice:
"Xun Er really understands me. Want to go for a walk with Xiao Yao-gege? There's nothing worth watching in the tournament anyway. We've both already competed, and it'll probably end after another thirty or forty matches. It won't be our turn again until tomorrow. Besides, Qing Lin and Instructor Ruo Lin are here. If anything important happens, they'll let us know."
When Xiao Yao suddenly took her hand, Xun Er's delicate body trembled slightly. She suggested softly, "Then let's tell Instructor Ruo Lin before we go."
Xiao Yao turned to Qing Lin and said quietly, "Qing Lin, Xun Er and I are going out for a while. If anything comes up, just come find us.