"Exactly!"
After hearing Yan's analysis, Tang San nodded too.
He had also heard it clearly: apparently, those two Titled Douluo had suffered a crushing defeat.
Although he did not know the specifics, that alone told him Chen Jue had already lost. He might even be dead!
After all, faced with ten Titled Douluo, Chen Jue could never come back alive.
Unless Chen Jue had summoned those ten Titled Douluo himself, but that was simply impossible.
A country had two Titled Douluo, while he alone had ten? That would be outrageous!
Unless his brain had broken, he would never believe Chen Jue actually had ten Titled Douluo.
"Don't you dare talk nonsense!"
Inside the Cafeteria, Ning Rongrong's voice trembled slightly, her soft bosom heaving.
A stubborn light flashed in her eyes. Their rims were slightly red, with a watery glimmer.
"Brother Chen Jue will definitely be fine!"
Yan curled his lip, his expression tinged with mockery.
"Don't tell me you think your Brother Chen Jue has ten Titled Douluo?"
"Exactly, exactly! Stop clinging to such unrealistic fantasies!"
Tang San chimed in, his tone carrying a hint of contempt.
Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip hard, her little canine teeth showing slightly as anger flashed in her eyes.
She truly wanted to teach them a lesson, but she could not beat either of them.
"All you do is bully me! I'm telling a teacher!"
Ning Rongrong's voice was full of grievance.
The corners of Tang San's mouth lifted into a sly smile.
"Calling a teacher won't help. Even if Teacher Yu Xiaogang comes, he'll agree with us!"
The moment Ning Rongrong heard the name "Yu Xiaogang," disdain flashed in her eyes, and a cold smile curled her lips.
"He deserves to be called a teacher?"
"He never shows up to teach theory,