"Fuck—"
Suddenly, a roar interrupted Wang Lan, who was deep in thought. Hurriedly flipping off the bed and putting on slippers, Wang Lan opened the door.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" He Jing, clutching a pillow, furiously threw it at the couch over and over.
Wang Lan looked dumbfounded at He Jing, then turned to Ming Guodong, who was standing beside him with a look of helplessness, "What's wrong with him? Got cucked?"
"Piss off! How could that be possible when I don't even have a girl? Wang Lan, do you know that the graduation rank for Spiritual Engraving just went up by two levels?"
Wang Lan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "I... know."
"How do you know?" He Jing had thought Wang Lan would leap up just as excitedly as he was and then curse the school for being out of their minds. Then the two could huddle together and wail.
But... Wang Lan's reaction shattered the image in his mind like a mirror.
"If even you know about it, why wouldn't I?"
