"Let us solemnly welcome—Competitor Xue Jing!"
As soon as the words had fallen, applause ten times louder than Huang Lu's entrance erupted.
The tall figure appearing at the exit of the competitor's passage caused countless screams and cheers.
"Old Xue's popularity is really something now, it's too exaggerated."
Wei Junwu sighed.
"After all, Zhou Yinglin has become his stepping stone; there's no easier way to become famous than defeating a well-known person... Half the reason lies with you."
Song Nanxing stood next to him, speaking in an even tone.
"Me?" Wei Junwu raised his injured hand with effort and pointed to his nose.
"If not for your loose talk about Zhou Yinglin intending to kill Xue Jing on the stage, which caused this incident to escalate, the hype too high leading to Xue Jing being attacked by Zhou Yinglin's fans, the backlash now would not be so intense."
