Where there are people, there is no lack of gossip.
The rumors surrounding Long Xilu didn't spread throughout the entire school but managed to circulate widely among the freshman group. While they didn't outright harbor malicious speculation about Long Xilu, it still had a certain impact on her.
Early the next morning, Mo Shangjun, on her way to the training grounds for morning exercises, encountered Long Xilu with a sour expression on her face.
"Mo-senpai."
Standing by the tree-lined path, Long Xilu called out to Mo Shangjun.
Originally planning to walk past without a glance, Mo Shangjun turned her cold eyes toward Long Xilu upon hearing her voice.
The calm, disdainful, and indifferent look in her eyes inexplicably ignited a fire in Long Xilu's stomach.
"Was my trick still not enough this time?"
Long Xilu took two steps in Mo Shangjun's direction, lifting her hand to adjust the brim of her training cap.
