Under the guidance of Instructor Ling Yue, Su Chen, Zhang Weidong, Liu Yang, Li Kang, and Bai Jing each bowed to the audience below and then boarded the bus that represented the academy's honor one by one.
At this moment, discordant voices also rose from the crowd, especially the bespectacled male instructor who was initially jealous of Instructor Ling Yue, who now felt even more ashamed.
He never expected that Instructor Ling Yue, a young mentor who had only been here for a year, would surpass him by far, and the students she taught were much better than his own.
Looking again at the team from the bespectacled male instructor's class, not a single one dared to sign up for the martial arts tournament.
As the bespectacled male instructor thought more about it, the angrier he became, and he could only vent his frustration onto his students.
He raised two fingers like a damsel, arrogantly gesturing at his students and shouted.
