Fei Wenxing grabbed one of the most obnoxious commenters and retorted, "I remember you. Weren't you the one knocked out in the first round of the military league by us? You've got the nerve to talk like that. If I were you, I'd be so frustrated I'd be twitching."
Yet another person was left shamefaced by Fei Wenxing's counterattack.
Fei Wenxing turned and went off on another person.
"Also, our Sister Tong didn't transfer to our department; she's dual majoring—understand, dumbass?"
"Just you wait. If you end up getting thrashed like a noob, don't come crying and lose face for our Single Soldier Department. I'm talking to you," Fei Wenxing pointed at the mushroom-haired boy who had just spoken, confidence oozing from his face.
Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao were inexplicably confident; there was nothing their Sister Tong couldn't accomplish.
It was just like when they had bet that Sister Tong would come last in the theory exam, reality had slapped them both hard in the face.
