"I announce that the champion of this swordsmanship competition is Ning Zhou!" The referee took Ning Zhou's hand and raised it above his head.

The entire field was cheering for him and singing for him. The audience jumped out of the audience as if they were crazy and rushed towards Ning Zhou on the field.

He was crowded and pushed toward the ready podium.

He will hold up the coveted trophy under the witness of everyone.

He will also prove that he is not a useless person. Even if he cannot learn magic, he can still bring victory to everyone.

More people flocked to the podium, and Ning Zhou could no longer hear Qi Leren's voice in the deafening cheers.

He suddenly had a premonition, and standing on the podium, he hurriedly looked for the figure of Qi Leren in the crowd.

No, there is no here, nor in the audience. Where did Qi Leren go?

The moment the crowd flocked to the field, Qi Le's people turned around and walked out of the field against the flow of people.

"Don't you watch the award ceremony?" Lance asked after chasing him.

"I have seen him win, that's enough." Qi Leren endured the sourness in his heart and said calmly, "Besides, it's too late. Now at 3:50, it will take ten minutes for me to run to Ningjing Square as fast as possible."

"But, but..." Lance was extremely entangled, but he was speechless.

"You have taken this little guy and hand it over to Ning Zhou, don't let it freeze." Qi Leren handed the penguin wrapped in a warm scarf to Lance.

Lance hugged the penguin at a loss: "When will you be back?"

"When he needs me again." Qi Leren turned around and left gracefully, waved his hand to Lance.
Chapter completed!