Wang Qi wore a rather smug, villainous grin as he said, "Slap, slap."
Slap, slap? What did that mean?
Of course it was an onomatopoeia! For face-slapping.
Seeing that passerby's expression as though he had just eaten shit, Wu Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Wang Qi, isn't this a little... excessive?"
"Excessive? Not at all. This is education, understand? Teaching him how to behave like a human being!"
"Wouldn't that make you seem petty?"
Wang Qi chuckled. "Petty? What's that? Can you eat it?"
A qualified top student had to be willing to help others, but nobody said a good top student could only slap faces silently with facts.
I just like slapping faces right in front of people. I'll talk trash if I want to—so what? So what!
Wu Fan could only smile bitterly at Wang Qi's logic. Though they were not particularly close, Wu Fan could tell that while Wang Qi did whatever he pleased and was difficult to fathom, he was still a friend worth making. It was just that his personality...
Was this the reason he always said something about having very few friends...
After finishing his face-slapping counterattack, Wang Qi no longer paid attention to that random passerby and focused on watching the matches. However, there was not the slightest trace of etiquette in the way he watched them. He kept shouting and commenting on the battles onstage, often blurting out things like, "What a pity," or, "That move was no good," as though he wished he could take their place. Wu Fan rather suspected that if the fighting grounds had not been separated from outside interference by formations, those fellow students might have jumped out first to deal with this annoying fellow.
Wang Qi's behavior drew a group of people