Jiang Ying’s shout startled everyone in the arena.
Beside her, Fang Yitan hadn’t expected her to suddenly stand up and cry out. The bag of sunflower seeds in his hand nearly fell, though his reflexes were sharp; he cast a quick spell, snatching the seeds back into his grasp before they hit the ground.
At this, the three old men of the Tian family had their attention drawn to Jiang Ying. They fixed her with a collective, scrutinizing glare. Who was she? A classmate of Tian Jiushao’s? Making such a scene in the middle of a match—what a rude, uncultured girl!
Chapter 117