Zheng Qing would not engage in a three hundred-round battle with Li Meng.
Absolutely not!
That's a choice with no benefits—winning invites ridicule, losing not only invites ridicule but might also infuriate the 'parents' of the little girl; not winning or losing but just showing up would bring more than just ridicule to the young cost student.
Needless to say, the 'burn them' parade from last night was less than twenty-four hours ago.
Zheng Qing didn't want to rekindle the enthusiasm that had just dissipated among everyone at such a critical moment. So, while the little witch spun around, cursing and jumping, he stayed silent, hiding in an empty seat.
Of course, Li Meng's audacity was curtailed before Jiang Yu arrived.
