During halftime, Luo Wenqing got an ice pack for Mu Yuyang's ankle, his brows furrowing so tightly they could crush a mosquito.
"Shouldn't we just give up? The Sports Department clearly has no intention of giving the spot to Building B. The referee is on their side too. They'll definitely continue to play dirty in the second half."
Mu Yuyang shook his head. How could he, as a big brother, give up with just this little injury? He instinctively looked towards Gu Qingqing on the sidelines, but her spot was already empty. Mu Yuyang was stunned. Was he being despised by his own sister? Perhaps she thought he was too spineless?
The young man who endured such a beating without a sound suddenly felt very aggrieved.
Chu Wei and Zhou Tong glanced over together. Zhou Tong wasn't injured, but the pressure of the second half was all on them. Even if they were two kings, they couldn't carry three bronzes. Moreover, two of them were injured bronzes.