In the same class, Bahuang Yao and Ma Li are both very popular. There is no reason why Wang Baoqiang, the leader, doesn't have some trump cards.

Chen Yu is not the kind of person who is arrogant even if he has some strength. As long as he can win easily and steadily, it doesn't matter if he looks ugly...

Outside the ring, there were scattered boos.

The reason why there was no tie-up was simply because Chen Yu, as the favorite for the No. 1 pick, had performed well in the first few games, so the audience still gave him face.

"It's really unnecessary, right?"

Wang Baoqiang said with a sad face: "Even if you win, do you feel better?"

"It feels better when you win." Chen Yu felt confused: "You feel better when you lose, right? Well, you will feel comfortable soon."

As Chen Yu continued to advance, Wang Baoqiang cursed secretly and suddenly jumped up.

Naturally, Chen Yu would not let the opponent run away, so he jumped up and punched the opponent back to the corner of the ring.

Now, Wang Baoqiang only had a place to stay.
Chapter completed!