C364 Absolute Praise

"Compete in martial arts. Compete in martial arts. Little Ming, I feel like you're suffocating!" With his hands behind his back, Xiao Qianbing paced back and forth. He was truly worried for Zhao Xiaoming.

It wasn't just him who was worried. Almost everyone was sweating for Zhao Xiaoming.

The little fatty was a talent with specialties. He was good at foreign languages and foreign affairs