Cheers erupted from the stands, and Ye Qingtian glanced at the defeated Chen Yang, saying indifferently, "Thank you, Chen, for holding back."
"Ye, it's not that I held back; it's just that your strength far surpassed mine," Chen Yang sighed.
He hadn't expected Ye Qingtian's strength to be so formidable, making him admit defeat willingly, without a hint of resentment.
At this moment, on the stands, Lin Wufeng frowned slightly, a hint of venomous hostility flickering in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ye Qingtian's gaze swept over, their eyes meeting, with Lin Wufeng's murderous intent fully exposed.
Indifferently withdrawing his gaze, he slowly walked back to the area where his class was located.
At this moment, all the girls in the class surrounded him.
"Qianxiao's judgment is really sharp; we all underestimated him before."
"Yes, Ye's strength truly is formidable."
"Perhaps our class can finally shed the title of worst class."
