Wu Yi First High School, cafeteria.
Four massive Projection screens floated in the center of the cafeteria. Though they were not as detailed as the ones in the meeting room, they were enough to see the overall situation clearly.
All the Second Year students had gathered here.
At the center of the platform, Li Qingshan's group, surrounded on all sides, naturally drew everyone's attention.
"I knew Wuyi had to pull some shady stunt."
"They sounded so high-minded yesterday, but today they went straight for dirty tricks. They are not even pretending anymore?"
"Which team got wrapped up like a dumpling?"
"Probably Wuyuan's, right? They are the only ones worth targeting like this."
"No, I have seen Wuyuan's Lin Mengxiao. She was not this... flat?"
"Holy shit, at a time like this, you are still thinking about that? I know this team—they are from Luoying!"
"Luoying?"
Everyone looked at Zhong Xian and the others in confusion.
Zhong Xian had participated in last year's First Year Rookie Competition, so they all knew her.
But no matter how hard they thought about it, they could not understand it. Was Luoying's current First Year really so strong that Wuyi had to target them like this?
Under the many gazes filled with either confusion or sympathy,
Zhong Xian's group remained calm, without the slightest trace of worry on their faces.
In one corner of the cafeteria, all of Wuyi's Second Year students had gathered.
At this moment, no one dared say a word, afraid of drawing the crowd's wrath.
Yu Yuanjun's face was swollen and bruised, one arm hanging in a sling. He edged up to Fu Wu and asked impatiently,
"Cousin, is everything arranged? You absolutely cannot let Li Qingshan die too easily."
"Enough. I have already informed Wang Jie." Fu Wu frowned and