Central Plaza. Far in the distance, atop the Bell Tower.
Luo Qingyu, who had been on the verge of leaving with a disdainful look, heard the statement. In that instant, her sexy red lips formed a perfect "O."
"Holy crap!"
Luo Qingyu couldn't help but swear, but a brilliant light instantly exploded in her eyes:
"This line... this tone... Why does it sound so familiar?"
She turned to Shen Yixuan, her voice filled with excitement:
"Back when *that person* was still around, didn't he say something just as arrogant? That 'don't waste my time, you lot of trash' vibe—it's exactly the same!"
The "that person" Luo Qingyu mentioned was a legend at Jing University from a few years ago, widely acknowledged as the top prodigy of his generation. He had once suppressed all his peers to the point that they couldn't even raise their heads.
A hint of appreciation also appeared in Shen Yixuan's eyes.
"Heh, it looks like our Jing University has welcomed another incredible little monster."
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