Damn it! I just want to stick my neck out and get eliminated. Is that guy toxic or something?! Can't you just follow the crowd like everyone else before you? Why do you have to stand out and be different?!
Ning Xuan was absolutely fuming.
"Hey, can you show us some respect?!" a voice suddenly rang out from the front.
Ning Xuan turned his head to see a fist stopped about seven or eight inches from his face.
"What do you mean?" Ning Xuan asked, puzzled. If you want to fight, then just fight! Why are you wasting your breath?
"Didn't you hear them announce the start of the match?! Several people were about to attack you, but they all gave up because you were spacing out! What, are you too good for us? Can't you show your opponents a little respect?!" the man repeated himself. He was clearly a righteous man who championed the underdog.
"You're right, my bad," Ning Xuan immediately whispered. "Why don't you just punch me? Just... try to avoid the face, okay?"
