He wouldn't dare to deceive a student like this even if you beat him to death.
Su Xiaocai tied up her long hair with a headband, firmly fastening it into a bun, and climbed up the mecha with flair.
She piloted the mecha into the arena.
Mei Lan ran to the audience seats, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exchanged glances with the principal and vice-principal to inquire about the situation. Mei Lan gave an OK sign.
The committee members currently visiting were observing the strength of the lower-grade students, assessing whether their abilities could reignite the Ten Star Tournament.
Most schools had their seed players either killed or crippled, and rebuilding a new group would take at least two to three years.
In two to three years, the tournament's popularity would cool off.
If the students don't flounder, the next tournament might start quickly.
"Did you arrange for the strongest first-year and second-year students?"
