Yan Qianyi turned to look and saw a dark-skinned male student.
The student had both hands in his pockets, shoulders tilted and body leaning, exuding a ruffian vibe with a toothpick in his mouth, making the military uniform look gangster.
"I," the male student raised his thumb, pointing to himself, "Xue Xiaoguang from the Lower-class Star, am here to challenge you today."
Yan Qianyi was puzzled, "Do I know you?"
Xue Xiaoguang, casual and with a lopsided smile, though dark-skinned, had very white teeth.
"A small fry like me, you certainly don't know. But I do know you, I've heard... you've got a strong backup," Xue Xiaoguang said sarcastically, "I, Xue Xiaoguang, can't stand those who climb the ranks through connections, so today, I want to defeat you."
Yan Chuhua discreetly tugged at Yan Qianyi's hem, "Qianyi, this Xue Xiaoguang is quite strong, we don't need to bother with him. I heard he's a cynic with a resentment towards the rich."