Feng Yan lowered his head and clenched his fists.
He stared at Gao Yanchen and chuckled after a while. "Xiao Chen, I'd rather you hated me."
After saying this, he stood up and took a step back.
He stared at Gao Yanchen, looking at him for a moment before saying, "You can't enter the battle team. Even if you try to join another, you won't have me to compete with."
After saying this, he turned around to leave.
Just as he reached the door, he heard a commotion behind him.
He turned around and saw that Gao Yanchen had already grabbed the glass of water beside him and was throwing it at him. "Feng Yan, go to hell!"
However, the cup was tilted and smashed toward Feng Yan.
"Pa!"
It landed on the ground with a crisp sound.
