"Yu... Yu Sheng, what did the old... principal just say to you?"
Xu Yuanqing vaguely sensed something was wrong. His voice was a little stiff as he looked at Yu Sheng and asked.
"He said that since you've recently brought Ink Academy some glory, he wouldn't hold what happened last time against you."
Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing, pondered for two seconds, then added, "But I think... he'll take back what he just said."
Xu Yuanqing sat on the sofa, looking utterly hopeless, and held his head in pain. "What else?"
"Sun Wen contacted the manufacturer again and ordered a new battle-chariot-class wheelchair for Zhao Zicheng."
"Apparently, its top speed can reach eighty kilometers an hour."
"And it's equipped with some new features."
"There seem to be mudguards, too. I don't know what that feature is for."
Yu Sheng sounded a little puzzled as he reached the last part.
Clearly, he didn't quite understand.
Zhao Zicheng sat behind him, staring at Yu Sheng with a brooding gaze without saying a word.
He had strongly insisted that Sun Wen add those mudguards.
Yes... very strongly.
He truly didn't want to go through that painful experience a second time.
"There are some other pieces of equipment, too."
"Paralyzing crossbow bolts, lightweight smoke grenades, explosives that won't kill anyone, fishing line that isn't particularly sharp..."
Zhao Zicheng added a couple of remarks.
Clearly, all these things had been prepared for Yu Sheng.
Who knew what sort of torment Yu Sheng's opponents would face now that he had this new equipment?
In any case... it probably wouldn't be particularly pleasant.
"Right, there's also a smartwatch that can connect to a phone screen."
Zhao Zicheng spoke of the last item with profound resentment.
Clearly...
What Yu Sheng would use it for went without