Once Li Zhaojiang and the others brought chairs in, everyone sat there eyeing each other, and they suddenly had nothing to say.
The four girls on Yan Yu's side were each more beautiful than the last. Aside from Li Minghu on Li Zhaojiang's side, all were young male college students with robust vitality. They had no problem talking tough, but to do so with pretty girls they'd just met, needlessly losing their good impression of them, wouldn't make them look impressive but rather like they were having a fit of hysterics.
But if they didn't talk tough, what should they say? After all, the other side was their competition in the upcoming contest. Being too friendly could easily be mistaken for sucking up.
Nobody wanted to be a brown-noser, nor a Sigma male, so they simply kept silent, crossed their arms, and tried to look like cool, aloof guys.