Zuo Xiaoduo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression dark and his presence imposing.
Pi Yibao asked from behind him, "Class Monitor Zuo, when we're with the deputy class monitor, he can drag out thirty-four corpses. What if you were with the deputy class monitor?"
Zuo Xiaoduo snorted. "I could drag out thirty-five Li Chenglongs! Anyone have a problem with that!?"
Li Chenglong called out from below, "The class monitor is right!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere suddenly turned strange. It had been heavy and oppressive, filled with anger, resentment, and shame, but somehow, after Li Chenglong said that, it all felt peculiar.
Those who had been angry could no longer stay angry, while those who wanted to laugh found they could not quite laugh either.
Wen Xingtian, who had been standing outside the door for a while, laughed too.
These two really did work well together, one playing the villain and the other the good guy. One struck them down, pushing their emotions to the breaking point, while the other lightened the mood at just the right moment, easing some of the pressure without ever letting it disappear.
He coughed and walked in.
With a wave of his hand, Zuo Xiaoduo slunk back to his seat, his expression changing from overcast to brilliantly sunny. Only once he reached his seat did he call out, "Also, those of you whose fortunes I read-if you followed my advice and benefited, hurry up and hand over your divination fees!"
The entire class: "..."
You tore into us until we were drenched in abuse and worth less than a penny, then turned around and claimed your own readings were good-and now you actually want money...
So what you're saying is that we're utterly useless, and without your