But then, a group of passing students overheard the conversation and couldn't resist adding their own taunts. Their laughter echoed through the air, cutting like a knife.
"Stop daydreaming, Wu Xie! With the effort you're putting in, reaching F rank is a fantasy. You might as well start packing your bags," one of them jeered, the others joining in with mocking laughter.
Minjun's eyes narrowed dangerously, a silent warning in his gaze. With a single glance, he silenced the mocking students, their laughter dying down instantly. They exchanged uncomfortable glances before hurrying away, the weight of Minjun's stare still lingering.
Wu Xie felt a pang of uncertainty gnaw at him, but he pushed it aside, determined not to show any weakness. As they continued on their way, Dan offered a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, Wu Xie," Dan said, his voice filled with encouragement. "You can do it. We believe in you."
