The two, who had once been on excellent terms, were now mere nodding acquaintances.
But he had to admit, the young man's perpetually cold eyes had replayed in Li Cun's mind time and again over the years.
Though those eyes held no obvious emotion, he could read into them feelings of superiority, disdain, mockery, and arrogance.
This became another factor driving him to improve.
To crush Zhao Jing in academics the next time they met, he had burned the midnight oil and risen before dawn. For the past three years, he had studied with relentless, obsessive diligence, never allowing himself a moment of rest.
'But in the end, were some things simply unattainable in this lifetime, no matter how much effort he poured in?'
Li Cun grew disheartened, his expression gradually turning grim.
Mr. Wang and the others, however, had truly had their eyes opened.
