In a mist of blood, amid Yin Hu's blurred vision, he glimpsed a figure dressed in ethereal white.
He knew his retina had been ruptured by punches, unable to see clearly.
He also knew that he had just gambled—and lost.
Not only did he let the opponent earn 90 points for free, but he lost the hard-earned 90 points of the Imperial Team completely.
The defeat was truly devastating.
Even though he had the secret technique given by Miss Gu, why did he lose so badly?
Above him, a light laughter sounded.
It seemed to mock his obstinacy.
Yin Hu painfully lifted his head along the white figure, trying to recognize, "Miss Xi... what... what are you laughing at?"
Zuzi stood at the edge of the grass, lightly tapping with her jade fingers, making the blood dripping from Yin Hu's eyeballs and wounds stop instantly: "You dirtied the grass."
Blood dripped onto the weeds, bending the sprightly little grass buds suffocating.
Yin Hu: "..."
