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Mu Fan really detested the shorty in front of him; that gaze wasn't that of a good sort, let alone a good person.
Two fingers.
In his eyes, the shorty in front of him was worth just two kilograms...
Because he had decided to use his legs this time, and he didn't plan on having a second round.
"What does that two mean?"
"I don't know! At first, I thought it was the time, but it didn't match."
"I thought it was the number of moves, but that didn't match either."
Lin Hao overheard the whispered conversations and didn't bother with them. It would be strange if you could know that the third person to enter the arena was rated at just two kilograms of fried rice.
But the weight of that shorty seemed to be much heavier than the previous contestant.
It was truly hard to understand Mu Fan's judgment criteria.
He and his cheap teacher were cut from the same cloth!
They were both totally unpredictable and spontaneous.