Over the next few breaks, whenever Zhao Cheng sat around in bored silence, the bits of conversation he overheard had changed.
Everyone's attention had shifted to how the Great Thousand Worlds truly held every marvel—how could there be two people in the same school who looked so alike?
And after that girl with social skills on steroids had come over to confirm it, no one else quite that socially fearless approached him.
When school let out that afternoon, Zhao Cheng packed up his books and homework, then flowed out of the school with the crowd. From afar, he saw a commotion rising at the front of the stream of students.
Only when Zhao Cheng drew closer did he see a girl in a moon-white long dress, revealing only a small stretch of jade-white calf. She wore silver-white earrings, her makeup light as water, her lush dark hair tied with a red cord. Her brows and eyes looked like a painting, and she seemed to float in an immortal aura as she held up an umbrella against the sun, apparently waiting for someone.
For high school boys, this whole aesthetic was absolutely lethal.
She stood even above the white moonlight of a literary maiden or a fairy sister.
Zhao Cheng sensed that things were taking a bad turn. Instinctively, he felt that Li Huang'er had sinister intentions.
She was trying to utterly shatter his peaceful life.
Compared with being watched by everyone, he still felt that the life of an unnoticed little nobody suited him better.
And clearly, this was revenge. Zhao Cheng strongly suspected that she was getting back at him for taking a full day and night to reply to her message.
That day, he had slipped out of the Divine Palace before dawn. Once outside, his phone had