In the room, Peng Yuanshan turned silent while Tong Hu and the other heads glanced at one another.
They had already asked Wang Teng to leave.
"Do you believe what that brat said?" Peng Yuanshan sighed and asked.
"He doesn't have a reason to lie to us," Tong Hu frowned as he replied.
"It will be great if it's true," Su Jing said.
"The principal might be clearer on this, but she will only come during the finals." Peng Yuanshan shook his head. "Never mind, having some hope is not bad. It looks like our Huanghai isn't defeated yet."
…
Wang Teng returned to his room and sat cross-legged on his bed. He didn't care what Peng Yuanshan and the heads were thinking.
His gaze shone as he recalled his gains after participating in the National Number One Martial Arts Competition. He was deep in thought.
Upon recalling the move Mao Na made today, he felt particularly enlightened.
