Sun Ye, leading a group of more than ten people, stepped through the gates of Tsinghua.
Originally, he hadn't wanted to come.
Last year, after suffering a humiliating defeat at No. 1 High School, the Dean of Beijing University demoted him from the position of Director of Academic Affairs to Deputy Director. It nearly killed him with anger!
Dammit, was that his fault?
When that bastard Li Liang offered sixty million, how was he supposed to compete?
What if he bid more and the Dean didn't honor the deal? Would he have to pay out of his own pocket?
Dammit, he only learned about the incident of Zhang Fan's third-class merit afterwards, and it almost made his nose crooked with rage.
Especially since he and Li Liang already had some bad blood between them, and today, he was actually here to see Li Liang. Just thinking about it made him furious.
What was the school thinking? Military training is just fine, but why the hell would you run a military training competition?