When Chen Jue cleared his throat and prepared to speak.
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
Except Tang San and Yan.
Only those two were secretly snickering under their breath.
"Chen Jue's an idiot. Teacher set a trap for him, and he walked right into it. Isn't he just asking to be screwed over?"
"Exactly. I know perfectly well how much Chen Jue knows. To put it plainly, he's illiterate!"
After all, Yan used to spend every day in the same place as Chen Jue.
All the guy did was tinker with bizarre things, like something that got people addicted when they smoked it!
Even some of the big shots among the Titled Douluos had gotten hooked on smoking it.
Besides that, Chen Jue never cultivated. He played with Qian Renxue every day and occasionally even flirted with His Holiness the Pope.
Once, the guy had actually asked the Pope to help him bathe.
Shameless beyond belief.
What Yan hadn't expected was that the Pope had actually agreed!
He had shamelessly tried asking once himself. After all, he lusted after the Pope's body too.
The result... went without saying. He hadn't been able to get out of bed for three days...
Yet even under those circumstances, Chen Jue's cultivation advanced incredibly quickly, leaving Yan utterly baffled.
Most importantly, the guy hadn't read a single book!
How could he possibly compare to the erudite Yu Xiaogang?
By sticking his neck out to show off this time, Chen Jue was unwittingly lifting a rock only to smash his own foot.
"How should we mock Chen Jue later to make sure he can't save face?"
Yan smiled faintly.
"Just watch my performance!"
Meanwhile, Hu Liena tugged at Chen Jue beside her and whispered.
"Brother Chen, why don't we let it go? Don't argue with