Qin Lian's gaze was fixed tightly on Duan Zimu.
Unlike the other tense and watching students, Duan Zimu's eyes carried a confident assurance, as if he had already anticipated the outcome.
His attention followed Mo Shangjun's movements closely, unconsciously keeping pace, with a hint of a smile in his eyes and a deeper layer of tenderness mixed in.
Eyes are hard to deceive.
Duan Zimu's feelings for Mo Shangjun were definitely more than just admiration.
Mo Shangjun!
These three characters flashed through Qin Lian's mind.
She turned her head towards Mo Shangjun, who was currently engaged in a fight with Yao Jinzhao.
In the previous battle, with Liang Zhiqiong provoking them, Qin Lian hadn't had the chance to observe closely. By the time she started watching, Yao Jinzhao was already at a disadvantage, and within two moves, Mo Shangjun had locked Yao Jinzhao's neck.
Qin Lian's eyes widened slightly, and a drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead.
