Quite a few students had also come to cheer on the candidates they favored, though their main reason for coming was to see Hu Bin.
Soon, Hu Bin, Zhang Xufeng, and Ninetales made their way to the front. Standing on the stage, Hu Bin was overwhelmed with emotion. Once, he had been just a competitor, showing the big shots on the podium what he could do.
Now things were different. He had finally made it! He had gone from competitor to judge. Now that was progress!
The thought left Hu Bin grinning from ear to ear.
After Zhang Xufeng finished his speech and offered some words of encouragement, the students below gave him a scattering of listless applause.
Once he finished speaking, Zhang Xufeng muttered to himself, "These little brats aren't giving me any respect."
Still muttering, Zhang Xufeng handed the microphone to Hu Bin.
Hu Bin found the principal's expression rather amusing. Before he could say a word after taking the microphone, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd.
It was a stark contrast to the scattered clapping just moments earlier.
Zhang Xufeng looked utterly aggrieved. This is infuriating!
Hu Bin pressed his hand down to signal for everyone to quiet down, but the noise only grew louder.
Zhang Xufeng's face darkened. You're just rubbing salt into my wounds now, aren't you?
It took a while before the crowd finally quieted, their faces full of admiration as they looked at Hu Bin.
Smiling, Hu Bin said, "Good morning, everyone. Today is our school team tryout day. I hope you'll all give it your best and earn a place on the team!"
Another wave of thunderous applause followed his words.
Another knife plunged into Zhang Xufeng's heart, followed by another handful of salt.
*These little brats were never this