"Xia Ping is way too good at this. How on earth did he manage to pull something like this off?"
"Having several girlfriends at once is one thing, but now he's even got two goddesses fighting over him, ready to live or die for him. Is there any justice in this world? What a bastard."
"Exactly! How did Xia Ping train his women? Why don't they chop him up?"
"He's got some serious skills. Sure, the bastard's a scumbag, but he's got talent."
"Bullshit. His only talent is ruining good women. What's so impressive about that?"
The students glared at Xia Ping indignantly, utterly baffled. They couldn't make sense of what was happening before them. It was simply absurd.
Hearing their comments, Xia Ping felt utterly wronged. It was obvious that the two women had a grudge against each other, so they'd decided to settle it one-on-one. What did that have to do with him? Why was he being blamed for everything?
Jiang Yaru had heard them too, and her pretty face darkened. She could barely hold back. Who was ready to live or die for him? And who had been trained by him? Was she really that shameless?
It had only been a perfectly normal sparring match, but these idiots had turned it into a fight over a man. It was infuriating. There was no way she could explain herself, even if she had eight mouths.
"Forget it."
Thinking it over, Jiang Yaru decided to swallow her anger. She knew that even if she went over to explain, no one would believe her. They'd only think she was lying.
In the end, rumors were like that: the more attention you paid to them, the faster they spread.
Ding-dong.
Just then, an announcement sounded through the ship. The large screen