Chen Yuanyuan was all smile and suppliant towards Li Jiahao, the epitome of tall, wealthy, and handsome.
Then she cursed,
"A mere fool, and he dares to give me that look?"
"It's so disgusting it makes my skin crawl."
Li Ping'an, standing like a statue of a god, felt nauseous as he recalled the memories of the past:
These students from the Cultivation Class, born with silver spoons in their mouths and ever so haughty in their daily lives, always looked down on ordinary people.
Using their strength, money, influence, and parents' power, they bullied and insulted me countless times during my university days.
But when it came to the battlefield, facing the onslaught of the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, and Devil Race,
All these flowers from a greenhouse were but ants destined to die!
Li Ping'an felt contempt and revulsion from the bottom of his heart.
However, the next sentence brought Li Ping'an, somewhat arrogantly standing out from the crowd, back to reality.
