Songjiang Soul Martial University, in a men's dorm room in the Martial Arts Hall.
"No way... Don't do this! Ah, come on!" Jiao Tengda stared at the computer screen, sighing in frustration before slamming his palm down on the desk.
Li Ziyi, Lu Mang, Zhao Tang, and the others gathered around him all looked a little uncomfortable.
They were watching the tournament draw ceremony. As classmates and comrades-in-arms, they couldn't be there in person to cheer, but in private, they were possibly even more invested in the competition's outcome than Rong Taotao himself.
And what made Jiao Tengda cry out in despair was, without a doubt, the result of the draw.
Zhao Tang spoke up, "There are only eight teams left. The probability of two teams from the same university facing each other isn't low."
