C62 Defeat Zhuyan

The extremely weak Goethe was like a weed that had been blown sideways by the wind. Xiao Yang lightly touched his hand that was holding onto the piece of paper and fell to the ground. Goethe revealed a look of despair. Xiao Yang's expression stiffened. After a moment of silence, he turned around and left the court.

...

"Hmm?"

On the way back