What’re You Crying For? You Good-For-Nothing

On the tower ship, Yun Ming's gaze also froze, but he soon felt relieved.

At least his beloved disciple did not pick that boy from Star Luo Empire. Who she chose was…

Tang Wulin?

In an instant, this name appeared on everyone's mind. After a brief moment of silence, the shoreside went into an uproar again. On the boys' side, innumerable lethal glares were all upon Tang Wulin. They would have loved to tear his limbs apart that instant.

On the girls' side, Wu Siduo's gaze quickly froze over. Dai Yun'er's little jaw dropped in astonishment. Not a moment too soon, she knitted her brows tightly together.

Female Number Seventeen who had not taken off her bamboo hat trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. In the minute where they were allowed to choose whether to take off their bamboo hats or keep them on, she did not show any signs of movement at all. She remained the only person who had yet to take off her bamboo hat.