Melida

Zhu Zhuqing had long since come to despise Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's frivolous, vulgar, self-righteous behavior.

At that moment, even sharing a table with them for a meal felt like torture.

Tang San and Cinderella had heard Dai Mubai's words as well.

Tang San furrowed his brow slightly, his calm gaze sweeping over Dai Mubai without a trace of emotion. There was only detached indifference. He then withdrew his gaze as though he had heard nothing and continued eating at an unhurried pace.

He had long known exactly what kind of people Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were. As long as they did not provoke his sister, he could not be bothered to care.

Cinderella gently set down her chopsticks, her azure eyes turning toward the group of teachers and students in moon-white robes. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the red-haired girl in particular.

Naturally, she had heard Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's discussion as well, and her already mediocre impression of the two plummeted even further.

As a woman herself, Cinderella knew all too well how awful it felt to be judged and discussed by unfamiliar men with such looks and words.

She pressed her lips together slightly and said nothing, but shifted a little closer to Tang San, as though doing so could take her farther from that unsettling frivolity.

No one on their side responded to Dai Mubai, but neither Dai Mubai nor Ma Hongjun had spoken quietly. To the ears of Soul Masters, their words had been especially clear.

The Canghui Academy group that had just entered and was preparing to find seats came to a synchronized halt.

The elderly man in moon-white robes at the front immediately knitted his brows. A flash of displeasure crossed his lean face as his sharp gaze