"Indeed, it's nothing worth mentioning. At least you know your own worth," Li Xun said.
Xu Yang's brows creased slightly. He had no desire to provoke Li Xun, but when Leng Qiuyue came to congratulate him, he could hardly ignore her.
He had never expected Li Xun to mock him over something so trivial.
They had merely exchanged a few words, yet Li Xun acted as though Leng Qiuyue had fallen for him, insisting on snidely reminding her that Xu Yang was nothing worth mentioning.
He had no idea what had gotten into Leng Qiuyue to make her congratulate him, but she certainly had not fallen for him.
Although he was young and handsome, with swordlike brows, star-bright eyes, and an indomitable spirit, this was hardly his first meeting with Leng Qiuyue. If she were going to fall for him, she would have done so long ago. Most likely, she had only congratulated him out of goodwill toward a fellow student, with none of the intentions Li Xun imagined. The fellow was simply too jealous, becoming hostile whenever any man spoke to Leng Qiuyue.
"If you want to bark, don't do it in my ear."
Leng Qiuyue spoke coldly. "And we aren't close. Call me Qiuyue again, and don't blame me for turning against you."
Li Xun's face instantly flushed crimson with humiliation.
Everyone around him gave him contemptuous looks. Hearing him call Leng Qiuyue "Qiuyue," many had assumed they were close. Who would have thought that, after pestering her for nearly four years, his feelings were still entirely one-sided?
"Another Wu Xiuyuan."
Someone in the crowd spoke using a secret art. Li Xun turned around with murder written on his face, but he could not tell who had spoken.
"Skulking around in the shadows! Show yourself if you have