"Zhu Lu, don't forget who you are."
Ever since the class assignments, Dai Huabin had repeatedly tried to explain to Zhu Lu what had happened back then, but she had mercilessly rejected him every time.
Since then, Dai Huabin had kept himself in check, putting up with her. Now, the usually cold and proud young man could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.
Zhu Lu didn't even bother to answer. Not only did she refuse to leave Feng Piaoling, she moved even closer to him.
"You..." Dai Huabin abruptly raised his right hand, intense white light surging in his palm.
In a way, he was much like Dai Mubai ten thousand years ago. Neither of them had ever been known for their good temper—or, rather, Dai Huabin was more hot-tempered than anyone.
Seeing Zhu Lu dare to defy him like this, he instantly felt as though he'd been cuckolded, and couldn't help wanting to strike.
But just then, Feng Piaoling stepped in front of Zhu Lu, his face full of undisguised mockery. "What, you want to throw hands?"
Hidden behind Feng Piaoling, Zhu Lu felt a warmth spread through her heart. With her sense of security maxed out, she looked at Dai Huabin again, her gaze even colder than before, as if she were looking at a useless husband.
Nanmen Yun'er didn't give Dai Huabin a kind look, either. She snorted at him in disdain. When all was said and done, he was nothing but a defeated opponent of their class monitor.
Dai Huabin was so furious he was about to explode. Just as he was about to lash out, Huo Yuhao stopped him. "Brother Bin, there's no point winning an argument. The results of this afternoon's finals will speak for themselves."
Feng Piaoling sneered. "What, you've found