After Lu Yuan had chosen his mask, Lin Zhiquin left immediately.
Lu Yuan waited alone until 8:15 PM. Then, a club staff member in uniform knocked, entered, and informed him that it was time for his match.
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.
He tried to calm himself.
But from the moment he took his first step, an irrepressible agitation began to bubble up from his heart, bit by bit.
During the short, one-minute walk from the lounge to the fighting arena, Lu Yuan felt as if he had returned to the time when he had first transmigrated.
He had used the professional panel to study arduously for a month and was about to participate in the school's monthly test for the first time.
That feeling...
Expectations.
Nervousness.
Apprehension.
Excitement.
Fear...
And an intense desire... an intense desire to prove himself with a resounding victory! To prove that all his efforts over this long period had not been in vain.
"When I win this battle..."
