"Withdraw."
Yu Sheng sat where he was, looked at Zhao Zicheng, and suddenly spoke.
Zhao Zicheng turned and gave Yu Sheng a calm look. "Boss Yu, if I can only go onstage on a stretcher for the team competition, can you... win?"
Yu Sheng thought it over seriously, then nodded gently.
Letting out a long breath, Zhao Zicheng grinned. "Then let me give it a try."
"You only get to compete in something like this once in your life."
"If I don't give it a shot, I'll end up with regrets."
"And I want to see how far I can go with my own strength."
"Even in this state."
"I've come all this way. I can't really just be here to cheer everyone on and go back to get laughed at by them."
Though Zhao Zicheng was smiling, his eyes were utterly serious.
Ultimately, what he wanted was to be Zhao Zicheng, a pillar of the Human Race.
Not the tail-ender behind Yu Sheng.
From the moment he first awakened at eighteen until now... that goal had never changed.
It was pure and simple.
And to grow, he would have to take one step forward, then another.
Even if that road was difficult and long...
Along the way, he would face all sorts of temptations and setbacks.
"I have to walk that road sometime, right!"
Looking at Zhao Zicheng's sunny smile, Yu Sheng nodded gently. "Good luck."
"Hey, hey, hey, be gentle!"
"Fuck, are you even professionals? Stop jolting me."
"Keep your hands steady on the stretcher. Ow, ow, ow!"
Zhao Zicheng shouted, grimacing. The two medics exchanged helpless looks and sighed softly, then carried him away.
"Are you... targeting Zhao Zicheng?"
Yu Sheng suddenly turned back, glanced at the other students behind him, and asked softly.
Heads lowered one