"Not bad."
Xia Ping stroked his chin and remarked, "You actually advanced to the Martial Apprentice Eighth Heaven before the tournament. Looks like we have one more person from our school making it to the finals."
What?!
Xiong Batian and the others glared at Xia Ping, their faces twisted with anger. What was that supposed to mean, "one more person making it to the finals"? So this bastard hadn't considered them main contenders at all—he'd just seen them as cannon fodder to make the others look good.
And even if that was technically true—after all, Tianshui City was huge and full of geniuses, while Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School was just an ordinary school with no talents worth mentioning—he still didn't have to say it so bluntly. Wasn't he just rubbing it in their faces?!
"Xia Ping, what are you talking about? Do you even know how to speak properly?" Jiang Yaru shot the bastard a glare. This guy's mouth was always this infuriating. He could make anyone furious without even trying.
Xia Ping seemed to realize his mistake and put on an apologetic expression. "Sorry. I let the truth slip without thinking. I'll be more careful next time."
More careful, my ass!
Veins bulged on Xiong Batian and the others' foreheads. That was even more infuriating. If he'd spoken the truth, didn't that mean this bastard really did think of them that way?!
"All right, all right. Stop chatting here and get on the bus. We still have to go to Tianshui City Gymnasium," Qiu Xue, the teacher beside them, said with a cough, cutting Xia Ping off.
If this kept up, they'd probably start fighting.
At Teacher Qiu Xue's words, Xiong Batian and the others didn't dare waste any time. Ever since she'd saved their lives on