What about Ding Ling?
A perfect model of a true man and a true male god.
The goddess pursued him relentlessly, acting as humbly as a maidservant.
As expected of Ding Ling.
The gap between them and Ding Ling was as vast as the Heavenly Abyss, like fireflies compared to the bright moon.
They were on completely different levels.
They tried to learn from Ding Ling, but unfortunately, they simply could not imitate him.
His looks?
A man more handsome than Bai Gu and Yanzu? That depended on the technical skill of one's reincarnation.
Clearly, their reincarnations had not gone well.
His abilities?
Damn, he scored full marks on every exam and earned several million a month. How could they compete? They were crushed outright.
The male students gave up comparing themselves to Ding Ling. So, although they were envious, they all felt that Ding Ling deserved his reputation. All they could do was cheer, applaud, and shout encouragement.
The female students, meanwhile, had extremely complicated feelings about Qiu Ya.
They all felt that Qiu Ya was not worthy of Ding Ling.
So quite a few people booed Qiu Ya, belittled her, and mocked her.
It was even because Qiu Ya was far too proactive.
Many people privately called her Ding Ling's little maid, little servant girl, little princess maid, or little slave...
They used every unpleasant term imaginable.
But after Qiu Ya spoke with her mother, she treated these people's words as nothing more than the impotent barking of losers.
Whenever they slandered her, Qiu Ya would silently repeat to herself:
"These people are envious and jealous of me. The more they hate me, the more successful I must be!"
I can't let them affect me and give them what they want.
*The angrier my opponents become, the happier