The entire field turned quiet.
Everyone looked at Meng Chao. Their gazes turned from puzzlement to shock, and then, that shock turned into respect.
Meng Chao sucked in a deep breath and said, "Did he see clearly? Is he certain that it was me?"
"It was dark at that time, and the lights were dim, so how could he have possibly seen clearly? The student only managed to see blurry figures from his balcony in the dorm," Xie Feng said.
"Of course I refuse to believe that it was you. After all, there's no relation between you and Wu Wu. You didn't even know each other yesterday afternoon, so how could you have gone into the grove together at night? Isn't that efficiency a little too high if that's really the case? So, why did Wu Wu come to the martial arts course?"
The students were silent.
With contemplative expressions, they stared at the torn shirt in Meng Chao's hands. It still resembled a mop.
