Tang Zheng was somewhat worried that a ten-minute break was too long and could dampen the momentum their side had painstakingly built up. But clearly, he overthought. Newbies from both sides, after a full meal, were in high spirits. Across the twenty-meter distance, they sat facing each other, staring at each other with a deadly stare, wishing they could immediately rush up and kill them.
"Qin Yan, what was the last thing Bai Guo said to you?" Qin Yan, sitting next to him and still holding Bai Guo's corpse in her arms, was grief-stricken. Tang Zheng knew this wasn't good, and he had to make her regain her spirits as soon as possible.
"Sister Qin Yan, I think I kind of like Tang Zheng." Qin Yan raised her head, took a glance at Tang Zheng, and then lowered it again, patting Bai Guo's shoulder and repeating the sentence in a murmur.
The expression on Tang Zheng's face became even more gloomy, and he couldn't say any comforting words, weighed down by utter vexation.
