Wen Zhiyi was anxious. Technology wasn't her forte. She didn't want to see the championship, which was something she had worked so hard to get, be snatched away from her, so she grabbed Wen Zhiyi and said, "Brother, think of something!"
Wen Zhiyi was also thinking of ways. He pursed his lips and calmed down.
After a while, he ran to the side.
"Brother, where are you going?" Wen Zhiya was so anxious that she was sweating. It seemed that although not many people from Yan City High School had made it to the finals in Yan City this year, they were all elites and had obviously come prepared. It wasn't as easy as last year.
Han Jingyu, in particular, had fought with them last year, so he had already studied their strategies. This year, he came with the intention to crush them.
Soon, Wen Zhiyi returned with two people.
