"Who is it?"
Shen Lingxi muttered to herself.
"Shen Lingxi, I hope nothing happened to Tang Xiaohua. Do you have a way to notify the instructors? We are withdrawing from the selection, we're quitting... Wuu... Xiaohua..."
Lin Xinglan cried sorrowfully. Shen Lingxi looked down at Song Lili, lying in Lin Xinglan's arms...
Her forehead was bleeding from a nasty gash, looking horrifying.
"Deserves it."
Hoping for sympathy or pity from Shen Lingxi, Lin Xinglan really expected the impossible.
She wished for nothing more than for Tang Xiaohua to meet an accidental death. This scene was the last thing she wanted to see!
"What did you say..."
Shen Lingxi didn't know who else harbored resentment towards Tang Xiaohua, but with Xiaohua down, she had no hopes of going up either.
The prolonged state of tension and the action had also taken its toll on Shen Lingxi, leaving her somewhat fatigued. She leaned aside, closed her eyes to rest, all while thinking of a way out.