Luofeng being across was one thing, but as Yue Feng bent down to adjust the placement of his equipment, a spirited young man slowly carrying a fishing box walked over and sat down at position number 22 next to Yue Feng.
Ding Wei turned his head, glanced at Yue Feng, and very rudely spat out his chewing gum beside him as he skillfully prepared his equipment.
"Tsk, tsk, so you are Yue Feng, the class monitor of the thirtieth term students?" Ding Wei turned his head and said to Yue Feng.
Originally, Yue Feng had a relatively good impression of this guy, at the very least he was tidy and looked energetic, but seeing him spit out his gum so indecently, Yue Feng lost all fondness for him.
"Heh, that's me!"
"Lately, you've been quite the sensation, even our captain lost to you! Today's friendly match, are you followed by a drone? What for, a live broadcast?" Ding Wei asked.
His words were tinged with a thorn; Yue Feng nodded briefly and chose to remain silent.