"Kid, what are you to Wang Daniu?"
Jin Shiri shoved his entire face up in front of Mateo, less than five centimeters between them. Mateo could smell the terrifying stench coming off Jin Shiri.
But Mateo had no time to think of anything else, because he could see the hatred in Jin Shiri's eyes.
The Armored Emperor hated the Cowboy King?
Mateo's heart skipped violently, frightened by his own thought.
"N-No."
He stumbled over his words, not knowing how to explain. After all, he did not actually know the Cowboy King that well.
It was like brainwashing. When you constantly heard someone you admired praising another person, you naturally came to believe that person was incredible.
Especially when that person came from the same background as you but had ultimately achieved tremendous success. That sense of identification would invisibly magnify the feeling.
Jin Shiri had originally been furious, but when he saw Mateo's pale, terrified expression, he suddenly found it all dull and meaningless.
He silently lay back down in the grass and said coldly, "Get lost."
Mateo quickly backed away, but the doubts in his heart only grew thicker. Why had the Armored Emperor become like this? Why did he hate the Cowboy King so much?
For some reason, he remembered what Mani had said.
Could the Cowboy King really be a liar?
He did not know the answer. But if the Cowboy King was a liar, then the headmaster would surely be heartbroken.
For no reason at all, he felt a little sad.
Jin Shiri lay in the grass. After a while, when no one made a sound, he quietly opened his eyes. Turning his head, he saw Mateo still standing where he was.
"Brat, didn't I tell you to get lost?" he asked irritably.
Mateo looked up