Once someone developed a sense of [jealousy], even two people who had been inseparable the day before could become sworn enemies with hatred buried deep in their hearts by the next morning.
When your close buddy, best friend, boyfriend or girlfriend, or even someone you were flirting with started acting polite toward you, you fucking needed to watch out for a knife in the back.
So the question was, why did that bastard Yu Xiaogang want me to supervise them? Zhang Tianyu wondered inwardly. Could he be deliberately trying to drive a wedge between me and them?
That seemed unlikely, because Yu Xiaogang had no reason to do that.
Yu Xiaogang didn't know I was the one who screwed him over. In his eyes, I was the academy's strongest genius. Only by joining together with the other students and standing united could we make the academy stronger, so he wouldn't deliberately create a rift between me and them.
"Most likely, it's just a test," the system said. "Or perhaps, in their eyes, they no longer see you as a student. Instead, they're gradually starting to see you as a teacher, because you're too strong and already meet the graduation requirements."
"Both are possible." Zhang Tianyu agreed.
No matter what, he had to choose to run with them.
I, a dignified Soul Ancestor, the holder of the world's Second Martial Soul, Lord of Huangquan, Representative of the Death God—would I die from running a few steps with some rocks on my back?
I would!
Fuck!
The rocks in my basket were fucking piled higher than the basket itself!
Yu Xiaogang! I'm fucking going to kill you!
"What goes around comes around. You screw people over every day, so getting screwed over once is just normal social courtesy," the system said mockingly.