Ma Dongmei had seen through Xia Luo and was deeply disappointed in him. Xia Luo hadn't been like this before, so why had he turned into such a terrible person? She really hated it.
She moved her stool farther away from Xia Luo and glared fiercely at him. 'Heartless and shameless.'
Xia Luo rolled his eyes. 'Say whatever you want. Words can't kill me anyway!'
'You, you!!'
Ma Dongmei was furious. She shut her mouth and stopped talking to Xia Luo.
The National College Entrance Examination was coming up soon, anyway.
Once the exam was over, they would go their separate ways. Who could say whether they would ever meet again?
She was going to take the entrance exam for a sports college.
In the end, she and Xia Luo would definitely be on different paths.
At the thought of this,
her mood inevitably grew somewhat complicated.
Xia Luo's Princess Hours had been published.
Riding on Ding Ling's fame, it became popular in the region.
The teachers and students at school discussed it animatedly.
Many of Ding Ling's die-hard fans even openly declared, 'This book was obviously written by Ding Ling. You can tell from the writing style. It has such a strong Ding Ling flavor!'
That was right.
Although Ding Ling was a plagiarist,
he didn't copy everything outright.
He had read books from the Myriad Worlds, and his cultural foundation had reached an unfathomable level.
In his view,
many novels carried their authors' distinctive styles. If he mechanically acted as a plagiarist, readers would inevitably find the books jarring. They would suspect that the books had been written by multiple authors.
After all, the writing styles were completely different.
But if he wrote according to his own ideas and foundation,
then naturally, there would be no such