Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Xue Beng's dormitory.
Xue Beng stood before the mirror, scrutinizing his face again and again.
Left side, right side, then back to the left.
Only after confirming that the two slap marks had faded did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Taking two steps back, Xue Beng examined himself in the mirror once more.
His hair was meticulously combed, his robes were neat and tidy, and even his usual frivolous expression had been put away.
At first glance, he really did look somewhat like a member of the royal family.
Xue Beng drew a breath and raised a hand to pat his cheeks.
"Xue Beng, Xue Beng, success or failure rests on this one move!"
But at the thought of seeing Tang San later, he still felt a little uneasy.
Kissing up to someone who gave you the cold shoulder was not something just anyone could do, but for that dragon throne, what the hell was a little humiliation?
Meanwhile.
Two groups stood in the Imperial Fighting Team's exclusive training grounds.
On the left were Yu Tianheng, Yufeng, Osler, Shi Mo, and Shi Mo.
On the right were Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, the four who had just "joined up."
The two sides glared at each other, neither able to stand the sight of the other.
Osler looked at the opposite side down his nose.
"Hey, you lot over there."
"Did Sister Yanzi not beat you badly enough yesterday? You actually still have the nerve to stand here and offend our eyes today."
He snorted. "If I were you, I'd have dug a hole and buried my head in it already, so I wouldn't have to keep humiliating myself here."
Ma Hongjun's face immediately flushed red, and he opened his mouth