A day later, Xia Ping arrived at the Training Tower and headed for the Gravity Chamber. This time, no one could stop him from going in, because he had spent over two million points to book all twenty chambers.
"Xia Ping."
But before Xia Ping could enter the Gravity Chamber, a group of Elite Students came up to him, glaring at him like tigers eyeing their prey. "Why did you book all twenty Gravity Chambers? Do you really need that many for yourself?"
"And you booked them for two whole months. Do you think this is a brothel?!"
"Quit showing off. Just because you have money doesn't mean you should spend it like this."
"Tell us your real purpose. What kind of scheme are you plotting?"
The Elite Students glared at Xia Ping. They thought he was a rich fool who had lost his mind, but some suspected he had a deeper reason for doing this. Perhaps he was up to something.
So they wanted to get close and find out.
"What's it to you?"
Xia Ping glanced at them. "I have money, so I can book as many as I want. I just like booking twenty at once. It's a beautiful sight. How could poor people like you understand that kind of sophistication? Get lost. A good dog doesn't block the road."
He waved them away impatiently, then strode into the Gravity Chamber.
What?!
The Elite Students were so furious they nearly went berserk. They wanted nothing more than to beat Xia Ping to a pulp. They had never seen anyone this cocky. He was far too domineering.
"Damn it, look at that nouveau riche face of his. I'd love to beat him senseless."
"What does he mean, we're too poor to understand? That brat only got where he