This bastard never thought about competing for first place.

That is shameless to recognize yourself!

Bah, what a coward.

Mu Chengfeng felt contempt in his heart.

Han Yang glanced at Su Moyi in surprise, then looked at the first eight seats, seeming to understand something.

"Stupid! Are you crazy!"

Nanmen Wan'er was furious. This bastard had clearly told her that Zuocheng had a problem, so why did he choose to attack Zuocheng?

Su Moyi's dull eyes gave Nanmen Wan'er a slightly helpless look.

He doesn't want to choose third either.

But... damn obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Zuo Cheng's existence was like an ink dot on a white paper, a duck egg among eggs, which made him very uncomfortable.

He has calculated and understood everyone in this martial arts competition.

But this Zuocheng broke all his expectations.

It's like a thorn, and it feels uncomfortable if he doesn't let him pull it out.

What can he do? He has tried very hard to ignore Zuo Cheng.
Chapter completed!