"Why?!"
"Why is the Military Academy's entrance ceremony the headline news?!"
"Are they looking down on our Ink Academy?"
Zhao Zicheng looked at the news on his phone, brimming with righteous indignation.
Xu Yuanqing, who had only returned at noon, sat on the sofa and scoffed. "What should they report on?"
"The king of trash talk in a wheelchair?"
"Or the little master of awkward one-liners?"
"What's our Ink Academy's standing? We're kings!"
"We peak the moment we enter. It's all about looking flashy, all about looking effortlessly cool!"
"Look at me, the man who walked out of a sea of fire."
"Then look at you..."
"Ugh..."
Xu Yuanqing looked utterly heartbroken. "Our Ink Academy's longstanding tradition is showing off!"
"Every man is as free as the wind."
"I'm begging you. When you make your entrance tomorrow, leave people with a good impression of Ink Academy. You're acting like a bunch of lunatics."
Sitting in his wheelchair, Zhao Zicheng held a bottle of milk with a straw sticking out of it and sipped from it. He raised his head blankly, glanced at Xu Yuanqing, then eagerly went back to drinking his milk.
As for Yu Sheng...
He had been writing and sketching in a notebook the entire time, occasionally sinking into thought.
Fine.
He was talking to a brick wall.
"Bring the house down for Ink Academy tomorrow. None of that flashy nonsense."
"I'll personally reward you..."
Xu Yuanqing pondered.
In an instant, Yu Sheng and Zhao Zicheng both raised their heads and gazed at him expectantly.
"Ten credits... each!"
Looking pained, Xu Yuanqing slowly raised one finger.
Then the two heads that had just lifted dropped again.
Ten credits... not worth their attention.
In fact, without any false modesty, it wasn't just Yu Sheng and Zhao Zicheng. This entire