"It was just an elimination round!"
"I heard there were problems with the elimination round's format this time. It shouldn't count."
"Exactly, exactly. There are still the arena matches."
"Even if Ink Academy wins the arena matches too, the final team matches are where the real points are."
"Ink Academy will still lose in the end."
"Yeah, I still think Spirit Martial Academy is the favorite to win."
"Bullshit. Spirit Mind Academy is the GOAT."
On the forum, discussions raged, and the cursing never stopped.
Still, no one thought highly of Ink Academy's chances.
They kept predicting its downfall.
Any slightly rational voices were completely drowned out by the crowd.
It wasn't that they were stupid or couldn't see how things stood.
It was simply because...
The odds on Ink Academy were too low, so they had all bet on other academies to win.
Sometimes, the truth was just that simple.
At the hotel.
Zhao Zicheng crawled out of the bathroom, feeling fresh and clean.
Showering with one leg was a little difficult, after all.
Yu Sheng had kindly offered to help him during the process, but Zhao Zicheng had refused without hesitation, his face filled with terror.
As a result, he had supported himself against the wall the entire time.
Because the floor was slippery, he had ended up lying on it, letting the water from the showerhead wash over him.
He managed to settle into his wheelchair and made his way to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, filled with soaring ambition.
Perhaps being truly successful wasn't about having exceptional talent or intelligence.
All you needed was a good big brother.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Xu Yuanqing walked in carrying a large cloth sack, chuckling foolishly.
Even after sitting down on the sofa, his mind was still miles away.