The air seemed to carry a strange scent, yet even Lin Hao did not know what it was.
Ahead, the two groups continued their war of words, neither Easterners nor Westerners were willing to throw the first punch despite their fierce cursing.
"Odd, could it really be 'friendship first, competition second'?" Mo Changfeng's face was a blend of astonishment and confusion. As he turned back to look at Lin Hao, he only found Lin Hao seemingly lost in thought.
It was indeed strange; when had anyone seen Lin Hao zoning out before?
"Hey, you, yeah, you! Stop looking at others, I'm talking to you—go and ask what's going on." Beside Lin Hao, Liu Chuixue's eyes widened as she leaned forward.
With Lin Hao daydreaming and Ziyue silent, Liu Chuixue naturally assumed the role of boss. Seeing no one paying attention to her, she pouted her little nose, and a flash of fierceness passed across her charming face. Marching forward, she kicked Mo Changfeng's butt.
