Sometimes...
Ling Zhan truly could not understand it.
He had not provoked anyone, so why did these little punks always love trying to make their presence known?
It seemed protagonists really were born with an aura that begged to be punched and an aura that lowered everyone else's intelligence.
"What? Scared speechless?"
Seeing Ling Zhan remain silent, mockery spread even more thickly across Norton's handsome Western features.
"Forget it. It seems you're nothing special after all. You don't even have the courage to mock me back."
"Remember this: you're nothing more than a clown who flashed into existence for a brief moment!"
"Hmph!"
After letting out an angry snort.
Hots Academy's top seed, the center of countless gazes, flicked his sleeve and left.
Because of Ling Zhan's silence, quite a few spectators began harboring their own criticisms of this Freelancer.
"Someone mocked him right to his face, yet he doesn't even dare let out a peep..."
"Does he know he can't beat Norton, so he's deliberately showing weakness?"
"Tch! What a spineless coward!"
"..."
Listening to the negative murmurs around her.
Li Chaoge's already frosty, beautiful face seemed to have been covered in a layer of glacial ice.
The way she looked at Ling Zhan was filled with confusion and anger.
Clearly.
Even this sharp-edged female swordmaster was deeply dissatisfied with Ling Zhan's silent attitude.
Even Xue Ming and Situ Yalan beside her looked at the Freelancer with bafflement written across their faces.
If Shou Jingyuan had not already gone onstage to compete, he would probably have mocked Ling Zhan here as well.
Someone had insulted you right to your face—why were you still silent?
"Has anyone ever told you something?"
Ling Zhan had not wanted to explain too much.
But seeing that even his own teammates had become deeply