The homeroom teacher of First Grade Class One was none other than Ye Yingrong's older sister, Ye Yingluo.
She nodded to her younger sister, but her gaze slipped uncontrollably past the crowd and settled on the white-clad figure opposite her.
Wu Changkong.
She had witnessed the battle outside the academy gates a few days earlier herself.
White robes, blue sword, Heavenly Ice and Snow Chill.
Two sword strikes had subdued Guang Biao.
That scene remained crystal clear in her mind. Powerful, composed, clean and decisive, it had even possessed an almost cruel beauty.
Yet the more he was like that, the more the old wound in her heart ached.
What exactly makes me unworthy of you?
Ye Yingluo's eyes gradually turned cold.
Wu Changkong, just you wait.
Today, I'll make your students lose utterly and completely. Let's see whether you can remain so high and mighty when that perpetually icy face of yours is shattered in public.
As though sensing the gaze from across the field, Wu Changkong tilted his head slightly and looked over.
Ye Yingluo's heart was full of resentment, yet the instant his gaze swept toward her, she instinctively straightened a little and lifted her chest, wanting to present herself at her best.
But in the next instant, her expression changed.
Wu Changkong's gaze passed over her without pausing.
There was no surprise, no recollection, no guilt, nor any other unnecessary emotion.
It was as though he had seen a tree, a stone, or any unrelated bystander at the edge of the field.
One passing glance.
Nothing more.
Ye Yingluo's fingers clenched instantly.
Bastard.
He's still such a bastard.
Standing beside her, Ye Yingrong saw her sister's expression and immediately felt alarm bells ring in her heart.
She knew Ye Yingluo all too well.
Ever since childhood,