"I wonder if I'm dreaming."
"You're not dreaming, it's very real, Mr. Ade declined, and I saw it too," Luo Yu replied irritably.
"Then he must be insane."
"How are you any different, ignoring the Twelve-Colored Iris just the same."
"That's not the same."
"I think it's pretty much the same." Luo Yu unusually added a few more words, then his toes struck Tianlan hard, and he bent down, sweating coldly.
Gita carefully tugged at Fang Hong's sleeve, but the latter just gave him a gentle smile and shook her head.
What nobody expected was that the biggest reaction came from the boy himself, who suddenly stood up and said, "What an idiot, so full of himself! Who do you think you are, an Elite or a member of the Silver Weslan Youth Training Team?"
Fang Hong was so annoyed at this guy, he rubbed his bruised forehead and retorted, "And what's it to you?"
