At the sight of this, Fan Ding grinned and took two steps back.
"Yili, take it easy. Don't beat him to death."
But when Wang Yili heard that, he spat on the ground.
"Give me a break. You couldn't even beat this loser."
"I told you, my Deathmatch Arena was full of monsters that bite. This guy just got lucky. He lasted a few minutes longer than me, tops." Fan Ding hurriedly tried to explain, then pulled out his phone to record.
Wang Yili waved a hand dismissively, clearly not really caring what had happened.
After quietly listening to their conversation, Lu Bai stepped forward and closed the distance between himself and Wang Yili.
He asked mildly, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
Wang Yili repeated the question, then said with interest, "Don't tell me you're going to claim you have amnesia?"
By the end of that, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. Once he'd laughed enough, he straightened up and gave Lu Bai a shove.
"But don't worry. Nothing's going to change. Get this straight: after every training session, you come report to me like a good boy. Oh, and bring a few extra packs of cigarettes while you're at it."
Lu Bai quietly listened to what the other boy wanted. He didn't feel angry; he was just curious.
"So I'm basically your lackey, running errands for you. Is that it?"
"Pfft!"
The student standing beside Wang Yili couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. He gestured wildly in disbelief. "Can't you understand plain English? Or do you want to go for another swim?"
Lu Bai pointed at his own chest twice with his thumb.
"This guy named Lu Bai didn't do anything to wrong you, did he?"
"Don't worry. Nothing like that's going to happen." Wang Yili