“Pick me……”
“Pick me…….”
It was very clamorous, just like a marketplace where vendors were trying to sell their produce, competing on whose produce was fresher.
“Kai Yang, you can choose your own opponent!” Someone reminded.
Kai Yang chuckled, readily he lifted his broom and threw it to the sky. The dozens of pairs of eyes looked up, full of expectation and waited for the broom to fall whilst praying: “” Time seemed to slow down, the broom turned a few times in the air and fell on the ground with a loud boom, no longer moving.
The broom head pointed into the crowd to a burly teenager. A regretful sound echoed as the rest of the crowd’s resentment and resignation came out. But that burly youngster laughed out loud and rushed out: “Fellow disciples, this brother won this battle today, but hope fellow disciples will not blame me.”
“Che, lucky bastard!” One jealously said.
“Why couldn’t it choose me. I had come every five days, for an entire month! Kai Yang you aren’t doing this on purpose are you?”
“Don’t mention it, I have already come for a full three months and not once was I chosen!”
“Brother, you are more miserable than me.”