Du Weilun gave Chen Ping a rather peculiar look. Naturally, he had noticed Chen Ping's little gesture too.
Fortunately, Chen Ping had at least refrained from activating his Soul Rings or releasing any pressure. It had only been a little gesture, and a response to Dai Huabin at that.
So Du Weilun merely coughed softly and did nothing else.
This only made Dai Huabin angrier. Wasn't this a fucking double standard? Wasn't this blatantly targeting him?
It was just as well that Chen Ping couldn't read minds. Otherwise, he could only have spread his hands and told him-what else did you expect?
First you broke the school rules, then you danced through the minefield in Du Weilun's mind. Weren't you practically begging Du Weilun to make life difficult for you?
Now you knew how sickening it felt. Why hadn't you put yourself in other people's shoes when you were busy sickening them?
Which of Shrek's good students didn't receive preferential treatment in class? Who didn't enjoy some degree of privilege granted by their teachers?
You couldn't remember to respect the discretion of Shrek's teachers and leaders only when they were giving you preferential treatment.
Du Weilun brought over the drawing lot container and placed it before Chen Ping, taking the opportunity to study him closely a few times while he drew.
Beneath that eleven-year-old body lay a powerful physique far beyond those of his peers, along with a pure heart willing to stand up for what was right.
Although, when all was said and done, Chen Ping was the reason he had been booted from his position as director of the academy's Martial Soul Department, Du Weilun wasn't angry with him. On the contrary, he was very grateful.
After all, Du Weilun was lacking in ability, not moral principles. He