The atmosphere was rather awkward.
For a moment, the reporters were even a little lost, unsure whether to keep filming or wait a little longer.
And... why was this guy wearing a mask?
The second person stepped out.
He wore a monkey mask, and his originally stylish school uniform looked rather incongruous because of the bandages.
He silently walked over to the pig mask and helped him up.
One had a broken leg, the other a broken arm.
They looked more like the disabled contingent of the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
"At least we can be sure they aren't A Tai or Lin Xiaoxiao."
"We can rule out Mu Yu too."
"Not necessarily. If Mu Yu really is here, with legs like that, carrying Gravestone would pretty much be impossible."
"So we can more or less narrow it down to Mu Yu, Sun Wen, Yu Sheng, and Zhao Zicheng?"
"No, not Sun Wen."
"I remember Sun Wen. The height doesn't match."
"So... we've already narrowed it down to two out of three. What's the point of them still wearing masks...?"
As the reporters talked, they had already eliminated several wrong answers.
Then they looked helplessly at the three from Ink Academy.
Was this fun?
Were they insulting our intelligence?
Were we supposed to act shocked, suspicious, and speculative to highlight how clever Ink Academy was?
"But can they really compete in that condition?"
"I seriously suspect those two offended the academy leadership and were sent here to die."
After a flurry of discussion and a few more photos, the reporters turned their attention to Wu Qianqiu.
The main event was coming!
This was the headline news they had been waiting for.
"I'll take first place in this competition."
"But that would be unfair to Ink Academy."
"When the