Because of Li Xin's sudden loud voice and push, the surrounding onlookers, still immersed in Qiao Nian and the others' S grade, noticed him.
Someone immediately remembered the bet he had made with Qiao Nian.
"Isn't that Li Xin from Number 3?"
"That's him."
"Tsk. He thought he was going to win, so he asked her to kneel and apologize. Now, there's a good show to watch."
The whispers were very unfriendly.
Li Xin felt that more and more people were paying attention to him. Their gazes were filled with ridicule as if they were watching a show. It was as if they had stripped him naked and thrown him here to perform.
His face grew paler and uglier.
Finally, he looked at the girl in the baseball cap saying something to Master Cheng and the others. Then, she turned around and walked in his direction.
