Everyone was shocked by what happened to Song Ci.
A few people ran over at the same time.
Some helped him up, some put out the fire for him, and some asked him how he was doing.
At this moment, cold sweat dripped down from Song Ci's forehead like raindrops. He clutched his right hand tightly and his face turned pale.
"Song Ci, are you okay?"
Song Ci asked the people around him a few times, but he didn't speak. However, a fierce glint flashed across his eyes.
Since I can't even compete anymore, I want this competition to be delayed!
At the thought of this, he quickly stood up and pretended to casually push the people around him to the other people's drawing tables.
However, at this moment, a few robots quickly walked up from below the stage and surrounded them.
Chu Luo, who was sitting at the side, said, "Since your hand is injured, go to the hospital for treatment. The competition isn't a game. It's not for you alone."
