But what the hell does this mean? He's just a few scars short and became number two...
It must be pure chance, there's no justice, there's no justice at all!
I must surpass him tomorrow and continue to do so!
On the other side, Wen Shumo was feeling relaxed, singing a long poem: "Untiring through the hardships, my gentle nature still tops the list; Scholarly in hand, I remain arrogant and number one!"
Yue Kong's face twisted into an angry expression, cursing: "Poor scholar, so just because of a little bit of luck, you are number one? You are not afraid that a big wind may blow your tongue away. Wait until tomorrow when I suppress you, let's see if you would still sprout bold words."
Wen Shumo swayed his head, reciting another poem, "It's just that I'm too excellent, always leaving others behind; Envy and jealousy are not angry, all kinds of slander are just a brush off."
"Damn, I'll make you 'brush off'!"
"Puh!"
