"My foolish little brother, are you using the body-tempering method True Man Tai Bai taught you?"
"Hmph, how boring. This is a body-tempering method for poor people. Other than being cheap, it's completely useless."
The beautiful girl spoke coolly, her tone filled with the haughty elegance unique to a rich young lady.
"Xiao Meng, what are you doing here?"
Xiao Kong asked with disgust.
"Nothing. I just felt like coming to see you." Xiao Meng's lips curled slightly. "To see whether you've accepted the fact that you're a good-for-nothing."
"True Man Tai Bai must have already told you what your Potential Index is, right?"
Xiao Kong's face darkened slightly.
But Xiao Meng mercilessly laid bare the truth:
"0.67, right? Hahaha, is that Potential Index supposed to make me die laughing?"
"Do you understand now how big the gap is between you, the Second in School at Xiaoshui High School, and me, the First in School?"
"You're Second in School because that's the best you can manage. I'm First in School because there's no rank higher than first."
Xiao Kong fell silent.
"His face was as cold as ice, not betraying a trace of emotion. But his tightly clenched fists and nails digging into his flesh revealed the turmoil in his heart."
Su Yuan, watching the drama from the sidelines, silently recited the line that was sure to come next in a scene like this. A powerful sense of déjà vu washed over him.
Next would surely be the classic tale of thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.
Just as he was playing the harmless bystander, Xiao Meng turned to look at him.
"Are you Su Yuan?"
Su Yuan paused. "May I ask... what do you need?"
Xiao Meng strode over, looked him up and down, then nodded.