Arranging their seats according to ranking was a form of respect for the talents.
However, this serious matter unexpectedly took a strange turn.
Everyone stared at the five no. 1 candidates who had the same face.
The candidates felt on the verge of a mental breakdown.
That was especially so for the warriors in the top ten. The moment was supposed to be something to be proud and happy, but none of them could smile for some reason.
Leng Qianxue—who was sitting in the second seat of Zone 5—felt the gaze of the person landing next to her. She felt uncomfortable.
That fellow seemed to be stripping off her clothes with his gaze!
She remembered how Wang Teng had teased her for not wearing shoes when they met in Zone 5.
She was a person with a calm and clear mind, but she started to feel emotional. She pulled her fair and smooth feet back, wishing she could punch that cheeky fellow.
Even if it was just a clone.