The Ma Ran known and understood by the people of Grass Hut Academy was not the real Ma Ran, but just a persona he adopted.
The real Ma Ran was not a cold-faced, indifferent man.
He would laugh wildly when happy.
When encountering unhappy things, he would feel bad.
This time, in the alien invasion incident, Ma Ran had done quite well.
Compared to the previous life where 653 people died, 30 or so seemed to be an insignificant number.
Looking at it objectively, Ma Ran's efforts indeed bore fruit.
Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
For saving more than six hundred lives with foreknowledge, saying that Ma Ran's merits are boundless is no exaggeration.
But he just didn't feel good!
If possible, he wanted to save all his compatriots.
But such a thing, just a little thought reveals, is not going to happen.
"Next time, I'll do better!"
Ma Ran took a deep breath, with a faint light flashing in his eyes, quietly cheering himself on in his heart.
