"Your grandson's here too. You make it sound like you didn't know."
"Some people really are gifted. He enrolled two years after me, yet he climbed right over the heads of us upperclassmen."
"And now he bosses us around, calling us old geezers every chance he gets. Ah."
Yuan Qingshan wasn't flustered in the slightest. He let out a wistful sigh, just the right touch of desolation in his eyes.
Qi Changshan nodded in agreement, his tone still icy. "Yes. I remember how stocky and guileless he was when he first enrolled. He called everyone big brother, then got swindled down to his underwear and strung up in that tree outside the academy gates."
"No shit you remember. You were the one who fucking hung him there!"
"The Old Principal even rewarded you with three credits!"
"You wear that icy face all day, looking so serious, but you fucking moved faster than I did. Before I even realized what was happening, you'd already strung him up!"
At the mention of this, Yuan Qingshan immediately started cursing.
Qi Changshan fell silent again, watching the arena without a word.
Only Sun Yingxiong's aged face reddened. He coughed twice and decisively abandoned any thought of provoking these two old scoundrels, settling down to watch the show.
Sometimes, lurking really was more enjoyable.
At least no one would take shots at him.
Just peace and quiet.
"But you said it would be one against a hundred. This breaks the rules now."
Qi Changshan suddenly spoke.
Yuan Qingshan chuckled. "I've been saying Ink Academy all along. When did I ever say Yu Sheng alone? That was all their own assumption."
"In the end, if they hadn't wanted to take advantage of that, they wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss."
"They dropped a rock on