Xiang Yan turned around and went back to his rest area with a gloomy expression.
Wang Zheng seemed unaffected, calmly continuing to watch the remaining matches.
Since they were all students from the same university, they knew each other well, so there was no testing between them. They went all out from the start, making for an exceptionally intense match.
The other three winners were quickly determined.
It seems the referee also knew that the fight was intense and had consumed a lot of both physical and spiritual energy, so he gave everyone an extra hour of rest.
It's no wonder this is a private exchange match; as long as the principals of both sides have no objections, the match time can be changed at will, which is quite arbitrary.
After receiving the referee's notification, Wang Zheng squinted at the sun, which was already high above the clouds, and leisurely stood up. He casually patted the dust off his clothes and was about to go eat.
Seeing Wang Zheng make a move, everyone around turned to look, and even the rest area of Shanghai University across the street became tense, fearing that Wang Zheng would go over and cause trouble.
Xiang Yan sat alone in the far corner, giving Wang Zheng a provocative smile.
Wang Zheng didn't even look at him, but smiled very amicably. Then he said to Wu Huan, "Let's go eat. Xiaoman isn't here today, so I'll treat you to a spiritual feast on the second floor."
Although Wu Huan was a little down after losing the game, he seemed worried about Wang Zheng and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright? You looked really bad earlier."
Wang Zheng seemed a little surprised. He rubbed his face and then said with a smile, "Really? I didn't even notice. It's okay, let's go. It's been more than an hour. Let's go eat. I'm starving. We need to eat to have the energy for the competition."
Seeing that Wang Zheng seemed to be really alright, Wu Huan didn't say anything more, but just nodded silently.
Wang Zheng glanced at Mei Yiqi, who was still unconscious, and sighed inwardly.
'I was thinking of treating you to a meal, but you're still not awake, so I missed my chance.'
Without hesitation, Wang Zheng strode out of the training ground and headed straight for the cafeteria.
After Wang Zheng had walked away, the whispers of his classmates came from behind. Wu Huan glanced at them and then quickly chased after him.
With a gentle breeze, I could faintly hear words like revenge, provocation, injury, and pressure coming from behind me.
Wang Zheng walked very fast ahead, shaking his head, and it was unclear whether he had heard anything.
...
After the two sat down on the second floor of the cafeteria, looking at the dishes made with spiritual ingredients on the table, Wang Zheng nodded in satisfaction.
He still has quite a few credits left, and he also received some rewards from his teachers for his excellent classroom performance, so he has enough.
Don't be fooled by Wang Zheng's usual lazy and nonchalant attitude, which makes him sleep in class and not pay attention.
However, in the eyes of all his teachers, he was still an outstanding student with excellent character and academic performance and strong abilities.
Therefore, he naturally needs to earn a little more credits than other freshmen.
While eating with his mouth full of oil, Wang Zheng urged Wu Huan, "Eat up, eat quickly, or you'll finish it all in a minute."
Wu Huan, no longer holding back his politeness, started eating heartily after hearing Wang Zheng's invitation.
"Hiccup~~~~"
Wang Zheng patted his stomach, let out a burp, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Ah~ That feels so good, it's been so long since I've had such a satisfying meal."
Seeing that Wang Zheng had finished eating, Wu Huan also stopped eating.
Then she whispered comfortingly, "You don't need to take your classmates' words to heart. I believe Mei won't blame you."
Wang Zheng waved his hand dismissively and replied with a forced, magnanimous laugh: "Why would I care about the thoughts of a bunch of good-for-nothings? My anger has nothing to do with Mei Yiqi; I'm just simply annoyed by that guy named Cigarette."
Seeing that Wang Zheng was still being stubborn, Wu Huan didn't say anything more.
She wasn't good with words to begin with, let alone comforting people, so she just silently took out a hard candy from her pocket and handed it over.
A hint of emotion flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes, which narrowed as he snatched the candy, peeled off the coating, and popped it into his mouth, chewing it heartily.
"I've had too much meat and it's a bit greasy, this sugar came just in time."
Wu Huan checked the time and said, "Let's go then. We can go there and digest our food. By the time we get there, it will be about time."
"good!"
Wang Zheng suddenly stood up, and two A-grade hammers appeared in his hands. He then laughed loudly:
"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to utter a sound? In this small corner of southern Beijing, dragons have to coil up before me, and tigers have to lie down before me. If you dare to bristle at me, my hammer doesn't discriminate!"
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