Everyone liked Su Shijun.
Zheng Qing knew that.
Many people came to Youzui's hunting grounds to see Su Shijun.
Zheng Qing knew that too.
But no matter how you looked at it, treating the host's place as the guest's and replacing Youzui's name with Su Shijun's was a little excessive, wasn't it?
The young government-sponsored student let his imagination run wild. One moment, he pictured Youzui being eliminated in the first round, followed by a rain of Stinky Eggs and banana peels falling from the stands; the next, he seemed to hear Andrew or Matthew mocking the fake audience at Youzui's hunting grounds.
He tried to cast aside those noisy thoughts and focus on the tactical arrangements for later. But the harder he tried, the more easily his attention wandered—somehow, he spotted a waving red banner in the stands with glittering words written across it: "Susu, Susu, I love you, love you to the bone."
Terrible rhyme, terrible wording, terrible pun.
That was how the wizard judged it inwardly. Just as he was lost in thought, someone suddenly tugged at his sleeve. He turned around and saw Jiang Yu signaling to him with her eyes.
"What?"
"The pre-match arrangements." The witch reminded him in a very low, rapid voice, "The Hunting Team Captain needs to go with the staff to meet the thesis advisor and the referees... for the schedule briefing, pre-match oath, and so on."
There was an oath too?
Zheng Qing froze for a second before following the direction Jiang Yu indicated. He spotted a staff member standing at the corner beneath the stands and waving at him, then hurried over.
Around the corner was a small room.
Su Shijun sat on a sofa along one side of the room, holding a book and casually flipping through it,