Liang Feng and Ma Jun were both stunned.
Then, jealousy welled up in them.
Neither of them came from a particularly well-off family, and their monthly cultivation resources were scarce.
Seeing Chen Mo earn ten thousand in a single hour, how could they not be jealous?
The two hurriedly found a secluded spot and discussed a plan:
"Damn it! He earns ten thousand an hour, yet he still won't give us pointers. He even wants us to pay tuition to learn from him. Is he even a classmate?"
Liang Feng could not help complaining. "Ma Jun, look at him. Chen Mo really doesn't care about any classmate affection at all!"
"Yeah! Someone so cold-blooded doesn't deserve to be our classmate at all!"
At that moment, Ma Jun began to hate Chen Mo. The bastard was already so rich, yet he still wanted to charge them money. He was simply inhuman.
"No, I'm posting this news in the class group chat. Let everyone see what kind of person Chen Mo really is!"
"Right, how can someone like that be a sparring partner? Liang Feng, do you have a way to get Wuji Martial Arts Gym to fire Chen Mo?"
Liang Feng shook his head. "Getting Chen Mo fired is basically impossible, but we can ruin his reputation. Once the class sees this information, they'll definitely hate Chen Mo."
"As long as we slightly alter what we just said to Chen Mo, we can make everyone stay away from him. Besides, plenty of people in class already dislike Chen Mo."
Ma Jun's eyes lit up. "That's right, there's Song Hao too! Chen Mo made Song Hao lose face this morning. This afternoon, Song Hao will definitely find an excuse to teach Chen Mo a lesson. Then we'll see what he has to