"Down with Xu Lu! The modern poetry circle cannot be insulted!"
"Qinglian Jushi is truly remarkable. He remained so calm on the eve of a great battle. He is a role model for us all."
"Yes, Master Qinglian is really too calm. If only he didn't have social anxiety."
...
"Speaking of which, I hope Xu Lu won't be too scared to fight today. If he is, all our preparations will have been in vain."
"Yes, I should have had Chairman Zhou talk to Master Qinglian and tell him not to be so domineering."
"Hehe... If that kid Xu Lu dares not to accept the challenge, he'll be in even worse shape. We'll naturally have other ways to deal with him then."
“That’s right! Moreover, what Master Qinglian did actually helped to boost everyone’s morale, so I think it was very necessary.”
...
With everyone else in the Modern Poetry Association so excited, Zhou Wenhao, as the president, was also quite thrilled.
In the previous incident.
While others may only feel the shadow cast by 'that kid Xu Lu,' Zhou Wenhao has truly experienced the terror he possesses.
President Zhou would never forget the humiliation of being ridden on.
That's why he was able to endure all sorts of unpleasantness and still bring Qinglian Jushi into the association.
Seeing that Qinglian Jushi was in such good condition, Zhou Wenhao was naturally in a great mood as well.
Because he could almost see victory beckoning to him.
"This time, we'll definitely get our revenge. Oh, and Lao Zhuang's place too!"
Zhou Wenhao clenched his fist and tapped the table, muttering to himself with a confident expression.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
