Meanwhile, next to the school basketball court on a makeshift ring hastily constructed, Chen Youliang stood with his hands clasped behind his back and a commanding presence, listening to the rousing entrance music of Huang Feihong through the campus broadcast. He closed his eyes to collect his thoughts, trying to appear cool while waiting for Chu Nan, his aura unmistakably domineering.
At this time, several groups had already gathered under the stage. There were underlings holding banners to cheer on Chen Youliang, as well as cheerleaders Tao Keke had invited to boost Chu Nan's morale. The rest, sporadically scattered, were onlookers who were clueless about the real story, students who had plenty of time, usually loved a spectacle, and found this kind of fighting ring to be much more interesting than regular classes!
