"Huh?"
Yu Sheng froze for a moment.
Yesterday, the Vice Principal had called him personally and repeatedly stressed over the phone that, starting with the quarterfinals, the competition would receive serious attention from the Ink Pavilion's upper ranks and even the entire Human Race.
So they absolutely had to present the right image!
Otherwise, it would be hard to promote!
Especially for Ink Academy's champion, a passionate young prodigy would be the ideal image, making next year's recruitment easier.
To keep Yu Sheng from studying those so-called little tricks anymore, the Vice Principal had painfully parted with five hundred credits.
But now...
Someone was actually asking for it!
Yu Sheng felt as though a door to a new world had opened. After pondering for two seconds, he asked, "Are you a good singer?"
"I've released a single before."
There was a hint of confidence in Yin Meng's eyes, as though she had beaten Yu Sheng in some respect.
"Forget it. Just surrender."
Somewhat disappointed, Yu Sheng turned, preparing to leave.
Yin Meng: ???
With utter bewilderment on her face, she was lifted onto a stretcher by the medical staff and carried farther and farther away.
Wisps of gray gas were still spreading from her.
Yu Sheng looked thoughtful.
"So this can provide gray aura too..."
He took out the Notebook and recorded it.
One more method.
After Yuan Qingshan's speech, the students fought even harder in the matches that followed.
What should have been an ordinary Freshman Competition played out like a real battlefield.
Danger was everywhere.
Even Xu Yuanqing, the host who doubled as referee, no longer dared sit at the judges' table. Instead, he stood below the ring, ready to jump in and rescue someone at any moment.
In such evenly matched fights, anyone would have found it