Song Yun slowly walked to the center of the gym.
The people around were surprised to see Song Yun, looking at this young man as frail as anything.
Could it be, he's going up to fight too?
This was what many people thought.
Isn't he a bit too frail?
That was another thought running through many people's minds.
Although Shi Wenxi wasn't particularly fat or strong, at least he had a V-shaped figure, looking like he had some muscles on him. But the person in front of them, dressed in a white martial arts uniform, was slightly hunched over, resembling a creepy pervert on the street peeking at passing beauties. On a bus, this kind of person would undoubtedly be the most suspicious of being a thief.
"Hey, you there, what are you doing up there?"
Some people, who either thought highly of themselves or were prompted by others, shouted from the sidelines.
