Lin Dongqi didn't look pleased.
"Old Liu should have a clue, trust him on this.
"My son-in-law is here too, but unfortunately, he still hasn't broken through to the third rank, so he can't participate."
Mu Jingliang chuckled.
"No worries, it's just a match after all."
Liu Yizhou shook his head as well.
...
Late at night, every street in Nanwu was packed, barbecue stalls were shrouded in smoke, and crayfish were climbing weakly inside the water tanks.
West Martial students also gathered together, listening to Bai Xiaolong recount the battle details, while Su Yue sat on a small stool, laughing and joking around.
Next to him, Mu Cheng kept peeling shrimp.
Mu Cheng was about to lose it.
I'm the captain of the West Martial Team, the president of the student union, and yet I'm here peeling shrimp for Su Yue.
Have I been possessed by a ghost?
Stop.
Mu Cheng wanted to throw the shrimp shells at Su Yue's face.
But his hands wouldn't obey, continuing to peel shrimp for Su Yue.
