Are You Saying Corn Pipe Won the Resurrection Match?

"Not that—but this is only the first day!"

"—You mean it directly evolved into a Space Beast at the dual-type fusion stage?"

"?!?"

Hearing the Mandarin spoken by the guy in the video who seemed to be Chinese, which even carried a hint of a regional accent,

the dormitory's foster father startled as if he'd been frightened. His finger gave a nervous twitch, and the video abruptly stopped with a click.

As luck would have it, the image on the phone was also transitioning, frozen on the blurry, enormous claw in the distance—

The classroom was almost packed and buzzing with noise. Only the space around the two of them seemed to have had its sound switched off as they stared at each other.

"—Holy crap."

Wu Shaoyou held it in for a long while, apparently wondering whether his ears had just returned from some serious illness ward, before finally forcing the two words out through clenched teeth.

"The guy in there just mentioned—[NXT]?"

"He seemed to mention a Space Beast too? Lei, did you hear that? I didn't mishear it, did I?"

Compared with him, Wu Shaoyou was clearly somewhat doubtful of his own listening skills, which had yet to get him through the College English Test Band 4.

Wang Lei said nothing. He merely furrowed his brows tightly, casually snatched back the other half of the earphones from his roommate, and, after returning to his complete form, dragged the progress bar back a little and listened carefully to that trembling sentence again.

"My God—what the hell is going on today?"

After confirming that it wasn't his ears or earphones rebelling, he still wasn't satisfied. He carefully replayed it several more times, his lips muttering constantly as he repeatedly tried to determine whether the person's lip movements matched the