"Impossible!"
Liao Fucheng's roar echoed through the area. How could that guy possibly be from Tsinghua!
Amateurs watch the show; professionals watch the technique.
Just look at Ouyang Feng's build; he's clearly someone who's been active in sports for a long time.
And could someone Zhang Fan called over possibly be weak?
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless pairs of eyes swept over, looking at Liao Fucheng as if he were an idiot.
Is he brain-dead, or is he deaf? Didn't he hear Li Liang calling the guy "Ouyang"? Damn, who is Li Liang? Having Li Liang rush over so urgently means the guy Zhang Fan called must be someone important.
"I think this person looks a bit familiar," a girl suddenly exclaimed.
"Familiar? That's impossible, right?" another girl whispered in response.
"No, I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before, I'm certain of it," the girl said, rubbing her forehead as she fell into contemplation.