As the song ended, the crowd cheered loudly. The young boy's forehead was dripping with sweat, sliding down his sexy collarbone. His tall and upturned eyes had a hint of wickedness, and his gaze was indifferent and deep, showing a depth beyond his age.
He seemed to be around twenty years old, perhaps a college student as well.
There was a exam for sophomore. The juniors and seniors gone out of the school as soon as they heard ‘holiday’.
The more Callie looked at him, the more familiar he seemed, as if she had seen him somewhere before. But in reality, she should not have encountered such a person.
It must have been her overthinking, as the recent academic pressure had made her thoughts run wild.
Callie shook her head as the crowd began chanting "Battle! Battle! Battle!" again.
But no one stepped forward.