Wang Hao was arm in arm with Ye Zixuan, the campus belle, as they walked along, attracting various looks of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Wang Hao glanced at the smiley Ye Zixuan and said, "Girl, are you trying to pull more hatred towards me?"
Ye Zixuan didn't respond, her head held proudly as she giggled.
As soon as they entered the classroom, a man dressed in Armani with a cold gaze glared fiercely at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao, unwilling to show weakness, glared back.
Seeing that Wang Hao dared to glare at him, the Armani-clad student flicked his collar and walked over to him.
He squinted at Wang Hao and asked coldly, "Classmate, you look very unfamiliar, do you know who I am?"
Wang Hao deliberately put on a confused face, turned to Ye Zixuan, and asked, "Girl, have we entered the wrong classroom?"
Ye Zixuan blinked her eyes and said, "No, this is the Chinese Department classroom!"
Wang Hao said, "Then how come the moment I enter, some lunatic comes up to ask me who he is?"
