Cheng Xiaohan walked over to Zhang Minzhen with a glass of drinks, which made Zhang Yuzhen feel flattered.
"Zhang Xiaozhen, right? Congratulations for attending the competition on behalf of the academy. You are very good." Cheng Xiaohan said to Zhang Xiaozhen in a very sweet voice.
"Luck... luck, you're better than me... It's just... just that you didn't do it well." When Zhang Damiao heard Cheng Xiaohan's voice, his bones became limp, and he began to stammer.
"Unfortunately, I still want to participate in the competition. I didn't expect to be inferior to others. But you better work hard and win glory for the academy." There was a little disappointment in Cheng Xiaohan's tone, and there was a very regretful feeling, which made people feel reluctant to listen to it.
"You... If you want
