The three-dimensional image projected from the law book on the ground was extraordinarily lifelike.
A few old students from Alpha, tall as real people, their expressions and attitudes vivid as life.
Zheng Qing could even clearly see a hint of hidden disdain on Arthur·Ness's face.
It was identical to the smirk of the blonde boy in his memory.
Hypocrite, arrogant.
Although the confrontation on the street had only been a week ago, it felt like a long time ago in Zheng Qing's mind.
The image of Arthur·Ness was somewhat blurry in his mind.
Only this impression of hypocrisy and arrogance left a deep impression.
More accurately, Zheng Qing's impression of Arthur·Ness is always of the guy holding a wine glass and lifting his chin at the pedestrian street.
Since entering the school, countless new things have been happening around him every day.
