As Xue Jing made his entrance, the entire stadium, with over twenty thousand people, fell into silence for several seconds.
What followed was a roaring wave of clamorous discussions.
"Xue Jing!?"
"My husband has finally arrived!"
"Does he really have to make a late entrance like this? Has he got a disease where he'll die if he doesn't show off? Everyone's been impatiently waiting."
"But to be fair, that was really cool..."
"Good show, good show!"
"Hey? There's a Tao Baibai in the sports hall, I'm not joking!"
"Why can he be so handsome?"
"Husband, husband ahhhhh!!"
The rising and falling hubbub didn't affect the two on the stage.
Du Mingluan, who was only one meter sixty and looked like a middle school student, watched Xue Jing with a trace of dissatisfaction on his delicate face.
He slowly said, "Xue Jing, you should know your opponent is me today, right? Why are you late?"
Xue Jing gave an "eh".
