The cheers in the stadium almost overturned the roof. Not only were a crowd of males roaring at the top of their voices, but even the young ladies below the stage with exquisite makeup were also shouting until their cheeks were red.
They were using the same method to cheer for the different battleteams that they liked.
Soymilk sighed. "Seeing such a sight, I have something that I really want to do now."
Sugarpack: "What is it? Could it be wanting to go up and compete? This thought of yours is very dangerous~"
Soymilk: "What even? I'm so angry! Who said I wanted to go compete? There are so many professionals here, and I still know my limits deep down alright?" Pausing for a moment, he said, "I only wanted to give three loud kowtows to the organizer as a way of thanking them for allowing us to come and witness such a historical scene."
Sugarpack responded. "Do you still have any bit of principles!"
"What are principles? Can it be eaten?"
