Xu Jiawei enjoyed considerable prestige in the Star Luo Empire, as was clear from the earthshaking cheers that rose from the Soul Fighting Arena's Spectator Stand like mountains collapsing and tidal waves crashing.
They listened with rapt attention to the pre-match speech, which, to Ye Qing's ears, was as devoid of substance as a principal farting.
Leaving aside how much of that attention was genuine, they certainly gave Xu Jiawei plenty of face and fully displayed the Star Luo Empire's military strength, national prosperity, and public peace.
"Brother Ye, it's our turn..." Sitting behind Ye Qing, Ling Luochеn gently nudged his shoulder and spoke quietly.
"Huh? Is the speech over?" Ye Qing wiped the nonexistent drool from the corner of his mouth, then glanced up at the sky.
Good grief, the sun was almost halfway up the sky. Xu Jiawei's speech had taken at least an hour, and listening to it had nearly put him... no, actually, it had put him to sleep. Fortunately, he had not been sitting right at the front, or tomorrow's news would have been about Shrek Academy showing contempt for the Star Luo Empire Imperial Authority.
Seeing Ye Qing looking as though he had just woken up, the others had a bellyful of complaints they wanted to voice.
Dai Yueheng, in particular, kept opening his mouth, stopping himself, then wanting to speak again, but ultimately said nothing.
Forget it. Just pretend I didn't see anything.
Ye Qing, meanwhile, showed none of the embarrassment of someone caught slacking off. As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to someone else. Besides, he had not openly slacked off. An unspoken understanding was enough; no one would go blabbing.
Looking above the platform again, the host, flapping a pair of little cosplay wings, was enthusiastically explaining the