"Zhu Lu, don't forget who you are."
Ever since the class assignments, Dai Huabin had tried several times to explain what had happened back then to Zhu Lu, but she had rejected him without mercy every time.
Since then, Dai Huabin had kept his feelings bottled up and tolerated her. Now, the usually aloof young man could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Zhu Lu ignored him completely. Not only did she refuse to leave Feng Piaoling's side, she even moved closer to him.
"You..." Dai Huabin suddenly raised his right hand, a brilliant white light surging in his palm.
In a way, he was the same type of person as Dai Mubai had been ten thousand years ago. He had never been known for his temper—or, rather, his temper was more explosive than anyone else's.
Seeing Zhu Lu dare to defy him like this, he felt as though he had just been cuckolded and couldn't help but want to strike her.
But at that moment, Feng Piaoling stepped in front of Zhu Lu, his face openly mocking. "What, you want to fight?"
Hiding behind Feng Piaoling, Zhu Lu felt warm inside. Her sense of security was through the roof, and when she looked at Dai Huabin again, her gaze grew even more indifferent, as if she were looking at a useless husband.
Nanmen Yun'er was no kinder to Dai Huabin. She gave him a disdainful snort. When all was said and done, he was nothing more than a defeated opponent of their class monitor.
Dai Huabin was so furious his lungs nearly burst. He was just about to lose his temper when Huo Yuhao stopped him. "Brother Bin, there's no point winning an argument. We'll see who comes out on top in this afternoon's finals."
Feng Piaoling