Outside the training field's gate.
"Here's another warning for you: the competition ranking is not something that people like you and Bai Zhenzhen can hold onto for long."
"The upcoming Dao Heart Competition for first-year students, you both better not participate."
With that, Zhou Chechen had already walked into the training field, seemingly not intending to give Zhang Yu any chance to retort.
Or perhaps... if you want to resist, then come in and talk to me, if you have the confidence and the courage.
With Zhou Chechen's arrival, it felt like a harsh winter descended upon the entire training field.
It wasn't just the cold air Zhou Chechen brought that objectively lowered the temperature.
It was also the vice president of the student council's accumulated power, like dark clouds weighing on the city, making everyone present, whether first-year or second-year, feel too intimidated to breathe.
Thus, the first-year students all bowed: "Hello, senior."
