Li Chenglong's final remarks, in particular, had been exceptionally earnest and heartfelt. Teachers and students throughout the school deeply agreed and applauded for a long time.
Yet those very same remarks had nearly made Wen Xingtian and the students of Class One split their sides laughing.
"Fellow students, we need to say a few special words about this thing called feminine beauty."
Everyone wore a strange expression.
This thing called feminine beauty? In your eyes, Steel Cult Leader, feminine beauty was actually just... this thing?
"Yes, everyone loves beauty. But if you disregard everything for feminine beauty and plunge headfirst into it, throwing away family, country, the world, familial love, friendship, justice, and integrity... what does that make you? A fucking idiot!"
"Let's talk about feminine beauty. How many beautiful women are there on this continent? Right? All told, on average, another batch of beautiful women comes along every few years. You love beautiful women? Can you possibly love them all? Fresh, tender young beauties are coming out every single day!"
"What number-one beauty, what number-one campus belle? They're nothing but skins, fellow students. We must put the Martial Dao first. Never mind anything else-Zuo Xiaoduo, Boss Zuo, who defeated Bing Xiao Bing yesterday: are there lots of beautiful women who like him? Plenty, right? But Boss Zuo never considers them. I've spent the most time with him, and I can bet he's not a eunuch, but his heart is set on the Martial Dao."
"Boss Zuo doesn't spare feminine beauty a second glance."
"We're attending High Martial. How many beauties are there in our generation? How many are still attending elementary martial schools? How many are still in kindergarten? How many have just been born? As for those who haven't been born... there are even more, ahem..."
"As for