What happened to Andrew?
Wasn't he in grade one?
In the lounge, looking at the corpses being carried back, Isco almost went crazy.
The heads of the two students were almost smashed into persimmons, and brains flowed out of their ears and nostrils.
Although they were not as good as him, these two were indeed grade-three students, and the strength was no doubt that they could participate in this kind of competition.
Now he was killed by a grade-one student. Was it possible?
'How can I explain this to the principal?'
'Two of the best students died in the first round. If this is written in my resume, it will be undoubtedly a black dot.'
"Are you okay?"
Seeing that Isco scratched his hair hard, Jessica walked up to him with concern and said, "That Andrew is so awesome. Just now, Abel said that he had to give up this round and reduce the number of casualties."
"It's your turn to play the next round. How about... "
"Slap!"
"Ah!"