Duanmu Huanghun was sitting inside the schoolhouse, feeling impatient.
The students around him couldn’t help but continuously shoot gazes at him, and many girls hid themselves behind some windows and ardently peeped at him. Duanmu Huanghun, who had shot to fame after the famous fight, had now become the last disciple of the Grandmaster Dai Gang. Yet none of these made him feel pleased or joyful.
With his noble upbringing, amazing talent, and handsome looks, and now as the last disciple of the famous master, he really was a favorite of heaven. He was so perfect that no one could even envy him.
But he was not happy at all!
That bastard didn’t come to school again!
Duanmu Huanghun’s heart was full of anger. Yes, anger!
