Ma Dong had a tearful face, but continued to cling to his character. "Fuck, even if you guys want to win, you should all just go train by yourselves; what's the use in having me train? Your brother is the president! It's my duty to act pretentious—Ah! Ahhhhh…!"
Ma Dong's screams grew fainter and fainter and Barran felt as though his blood was boiling hot. Even the president was willing to risk his life for this battle. He had no reason to slack off himself.
"Barran." Wang Zhong had been recently concerned over Barran. Frank people tended to adapt well, but he felt that Barran wasn't very much suited for the academy life during his stay this month. There were people saying he'd received quite a few tongue lashings.
"Yes, Senior!" Barran was brimming with vigour and immediately stood straight.
Barran was a worshipper of Wang Zhong after seeing that paper plastered with full A+ results when he'd entered the society. That wasn't something he'd forget in this lifetime.
