A commotion suddenly sounded in the quiet square, along with hurried footsteps from the tunnel.
"You in front, move!"
"It’s the concertmaster challenge. Hurry up! It’ll be over if we’re late."
"I want to see Eastern Ye beat up the challenger. Hurry up, hurry up…"
"Psh, I bet he’s the one getting beat up!"
"Look, Mom! I’m going to be on the Notice List!"
"Someone come and drag this psycho away…"
The dark crowd took up the entire square. Everyone was startled and stared at each other.
"Did it start yet? Get on with it, I’m in a hurry!"
"Front row seat, front row seat!"
"Hey, don’t leave! You, you made me drop my drumstick!"
"Sh…stop playing around! It’s the concertmaster challenge!"
Besides the rowdy students that came to see the show, there were many curious professors as well.