Everyone stared at Chen Jue as though they were looking at a monster.
A nineteen-year-old Soul Saint?
Who was he trying to fool?!
A trace of bewilderment showed in Flender's eyes. He felt as though he had wasted over thirty years of his life.
When he was nineteen, he had still been mixing piss with mud for fun!
Tang San and Yan frowned. Seeing that Chen Jue was about to show off made them deeply unhappy.
Had Chen Jue denied Dean Flender's words earlier just to pull off this utterly ridiculous brag?
Careful, or lightning will strike you for showing off!
Let's see how you explain your way out of this!!
They had wanted to say it to his face, but remembering what had happened before, they did not dare in the slightest.
They might end up getting a thorough beating from Chen Jue.
They only dared to grumble a little in their hearts.
The girls also looked at Chen Jue in confusion. Had he secretly pushed ahead of them and broken through again?
And he had not even brought them along.
Keeping all the goodies to himself!
Absolutely hateful!!!
They would have to punish him properly tonight.
Liu Erlong's delicate brows furrowed slightly, like willow leaves trembling beneath the moon.
She gently reached out, her palm settling on Chen Jue's forehead like a butterfly's wing.
Her fingers were soft and cool, as though feeling for something.
A moment later, she slowly lowered her hand, a puzzled expression appearing on her face.
"Hiss... you don't have a fever. Why are you talking nonsense?"
Watching this, Yu Xiaogang did not care how strong Chen Jue was.
What infuriated him was seeing that fair, tender hand stroking Chen Jue's forehead!
Especially since Chen Jue had just been nestled against his goddess's chest,