Time flew by and six days had passed; the fifty matches of the first round to determine the top fifty had long since ended, and the second round to determine the top twenty-five was underway with the twentieth match in progress.
Chu Chen ignored the two competitors fighting in the Mimic Space, instead sipping his Ice Beast Milk while inspecting his own token. A slight frown formed on his brow—he clearly couldn't recognize the number on it.
He scratched his head, and with a grin, he handed the token to Chu Xin, asking softly, "Sister, what number is this?"
"Number twenty-three."
Chu Xin, who was also drinking Ice Beast Milk, rolled her eyes dramatically and said with feigned exasperation, "You're told to learn your characters in your spare time and you never listen; now you're stumped, right?"
