Under the watchful eyes of the teachers and students, Lu Ran stepped onto the podium once more to receive the reward he deserved.
At the same time, he handed over the Banjushi Saber and the Baihong Stone Saber.
Since Lu Ran had planned ahead and was certain he could trade up with the old for the new, he had not poured too much emotion into the two blades.
Now, things were different.
The Black Obsidian Saber was already the highest-tier piece of equipment Lu Ran could obtain through the school and the Gods Bureau!
He could now lavish it with emotion and work hard to nurture its weapon spirit.
"Lu Ran, you've performed very well in these recent assessments. Say a few words to your classmates."
"Huh?" Lu Ran looked at the teacher before him, suddenly wanting to give him a slash!
Was the teacher's group taunting not enough? Did Lu Ran have to personally step in and draw everyone's hatred too?
From the teacher's previous remarks, it was not hard to tell that the school authorities were trying to motivate the students.
Having Lu Ran say a few words was probably part of that encouragement too?
"Go on, say something." the male teacher urged.
Lu Ran turned his head and looked out at the dense black mass of students below the stage.
By sheer coincidence, he spotted Ma Tianchuan's team—and met Wu Shanshan's eyes.
Lu Ran wanted to say it was a misunderstanding, but...
Forget it. What the hell was there to say?
I'm looking at you. So what?
Most young believers were not very good at hiding their emotions. On those youthful faces, one could always find a few clues.
There were the envious, the jealous, the worshipful, the expressionless, and those who looked on with disdain.
Wu