Xia Luo arrived later than the other students, but he felt no psychological burden.
In the past, even when he was late every day, Xia Luo had never cared. After all, he considered himself superior, a Transmigrator who looked down upon ordinary mortals.
But now, his opportunity had been snatched away by another Transmigrator, Tuo Ba Feng.
In an instant, he became an angel with broken wings, forced to lie low and scrape out a living among ordinary people for the time being. Once he rose again, he would slaughter his way in all directions and make every person who looked down on him gape in shock.
That was what Xia Luo was thinking.
He had never considered himself a Joker. He compared himself to the Son of Heaven's Mandate, to an angel.
But circumstances were stronger than people.
Because he needed to borrow money, and because he wanted Ding Ling to see his sincerity, he had deliberately arrived early.
Who would have thought he would still oversleep?
Even rushing as fast as he could, he was still far later than Ding Ling.
He immediately stepped forward and said to Ding Ling with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, Ding Ling. There was a traffic jam on the way, so I was a little late and kept you waiting."
A traffic jam, emm.
Many students wanted to laugh.
You rode a bicycle. What traffic jam could you have encountered?
You can even say something like that.
However, Xia Luo had hit a teacher and was a lunatic. No one wanted to provoke a lunatic, so at most they dared to snicker where Xia Luo could not see them.
"It's fine. Where's the IOU?"
Ding Ling asked.
Xia Luo immediately pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. Seeing Ding Ling frown,