The resting room was already packed with students from Ayrlarng. Although some of them had lost in the tournament, they decided to stay and enjoy watching the rest of the tournament.
Wang Tong stared at his friends' shirts and asked, "What are you guys wearing?"
"Isn't it pretty? Lumi came up with the idea." Zhou Sisi announced.
Everyone sewed the emblem of the S-Club to their shirt; some sewed it on the chest pocket, and some did it on their back.
"Club leader, we are all counting on you!"
"No kidding, you are our last hope!"
"Don't let them look down on us!"
Sensing everyone's high spirits, Wang Tong felt the responsibility on his shoulder grow. He knew that he had to win this tournament for his beloved friends.
On the other side of the resting room, Karl and Hu Yangxuan was chatting about something, and then they both burst out laughing.
"Haha! Well said, 'the sickness of arrogance'… It's rich! "
