Everyone from Southern Revival University stared at the scoreboard, utterly bewildered.
Tong Feifei said in disbelief, "I'm fifth among Southern Zhen's third-years, and Li Baoying is fifth among Eastern Glory University's third-years. I scored three points against Wang Zheng, but Li Baoying only scored two? President Feng, doesn't that mean Southern Zhen actually isn't weaker than Eastern Glory, and Nanrong is just too strong?"
The President of Southern Revival University, Feng Renjie, compared Nanrong's third-year scores against Southern Zhen and Eastern Glory. He was a little stunned himself.
The principal whom his students believed could weather any storm showed a rare, sheepish side and couldn't help scratching his head.
Feng Renjie had poured his heart and soul into educating and training Southern Zhen's students. When Zhao Longfei led Nanrong's team to trample them and knock them out, his convictions had nearly crumbled.
He had even decided to resign and take responsibility once he returned to Southern Zhen, shouldering the blame for their crushing defeat in the Championship Tournament. He could bear the humiliation himself, but he couldn't let his hardworking students become targets of ridicule.
Yet the battle between Nanrong and Eastern Glory had completely defied Feng Renjie's expectations.
Among the third-years, Southern Zhen actually seemed to have a slight edge over Eastern Glory?!
After all, Southern Revival University's incoming students were clearly a tier below those admitted to the Four Glories.
Now, after two years of education and training, Southern Zhen's top students, who had only just entered their third year, had already surpassed Eastern Glory's best students in the same year. Didn't that prove the educational approach he had implemented at Southern Zhen had been right all along?
Southern Zhen's students weren't weak. Nanrong was simply absurdly strong.
Feng Renjie murmured, "I thought the sky had fallen... but