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Duanmu Huanghun was sitting inside the schoolhouse, feeling impatient.

The students around him couldn’t help but continuously shoot gazes at him, and many girls hid themselves behind some windows and ardently peeped at him. Duanmu Huanghun, who had shot to fame after the famous fight, had now become the last disciple of the Grandmaster Dai Gang. Yet none of these made him feel pleased or joyful.

With his noble upbringing, amazing talent, and handsome looks, and now as the last disciple of the famous master, he really was a favorite of heaven. He was so perfect that no one could even envy him.

But he was not happy at all!

That bastard didn’t come to school again!

Duanmu Huanghun’s heart was full of anger. Yes, anger!

Today was the first day he had returned to Central Pine City from meeting his master. With the title of a grandmaster’s last disciple, he was shining brilliantly like the sun. The dean had personally came to welcome him again and had even spoken to him obsequiously. The teachers gave him kind and warm greetings, not in the least bit treating him like a student. The male students looked at him with worship and reverence, while the female students stared at him with passionate love.

But he neither wanted nor cared about any of these!

The only person he wanted to see, the only person he cared about, was not included in these strangers.

He wanted to see the unconcealed envy, jealousy, and self-abasement in Ai Hui’s eyes. Yes, he was this practical. He just wanted to see that fellow grovel at his feet under his dazzling fame.

It would feel great!

But damn it! That guy didn’t come to school again!

Duanmu Huanghun’s face was livid with rage. Although his eyes were as cold as ice, an unimpeded fury was burning beneath them.

It was like a powerful army with a vast host of infantry and cavalry, after planning for a long time, had finally marched directly towards the enemy’s camps in the hope of wiping the enemies out, but found out that the camp was empty.

The feeling...sucks!

He wasn’t listening to a word of what the teachers were saying in the class. For the whole morning, he was in a rage and was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Each minute in the class was similar to torture and made him more and more angry. He felt like he was a foolish clown. The feeling was so intense that he almost couldn’t help but rush out of the classroom.

However, he somehow managed to restrain himself until the end of the class.

As soon as the class was over, he stood up and rushed out of the schoolhouse with great haste.

As he walked outside, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in the bright sunlight.

"Excuse me, do you know Ai Hui?"

As he just passed the school gate, Duanmu heard a soft and gentle voice and suddenly stopped. However, he didn’t stop because of how attractive the voice was, but instead, because of the name.

Ai Hui...that damned bastard!

After his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he could clearly see the person in front of him. His eyes lit up. What a classic beauty!

The girl stood there gracefully with a demure temperament and a warm smile; she looked so gentle and decent. Duanmu Huanghun had seen countless beauties, but very few of them could be said to be as pleasant-looking as her.

Ai Hui’s girlfriend?

Impossible! Duanmu immediately denied the thought. How can Ai Hui have such a pretty girlfriend? His girlfriend was the plain-looking one. The moment the word "girlfriend" appeared in his mind, Duanmu’s heart trembled, as he remembered the miserable experience of that night. It was a literal nightmare that he was still trying to forget.

He never thought he would remember it here...

Although he was roaring with anger deep inside his heart, Duanmu Huanghun still smiled brightly, and said, "Nice to meet you, I’m Ai Hui’s classmate."

He decided to paralyze his enemies before infiltrating himself into them!

"Wow, that’s great. So glad to meet you. I’m the senior disciple of Ai Hui’s master," Mingxiu said, pleasantly surprised.

Senior disciple of Ai Hui’s master?

Duanmu Huanghun was also a bit surprised. His attention was immediately caught by this relationship. Ai Hui had a master? How could anyone choose such a terrible guy as a disciple? He began to feel indignant.

Yet he was calm enough to maintain his composure, and he asked with a big smile and appropriate surprise, "Ai Hui has a master? I’ve never heard of it before. Why didn’t he share this wonderful news with us?"

Mingxiu didn’t think too much, and she answered, "I presume he didn’t have time to tell you. It was just days ago. His master is Wang Shouchuan, a teacher of Central Pine Academy."

"Wang Shouchuan? Teacher in our academy?" Duanmu Huanghun paused for a minute as he quickly searched his memories. "Is he the one teaching the ‘Basis for Training’ course?"

"Yes." Mingxiu was familiar with Uncle’s course.

"I see." Duanmu Huanghun instantly became more relieved. It wasn’t surprising; surely no respectable teacher would choose such a terrible disciple. He didn’t think that a teacher who taught ‘Basis for Training’ would be of high status.

Now much happier, Duanmu Huanghun acted impressed and said, "He is a good teacher. Ai Hui is fortunate to have him as his master. "

Hearing his compliment, Mingxiu’s positive impression of Duanmu became reinforced. She had learned embroidery from Master ever since she was very young, and just like her master, Uncle was like kin.

"So you and Ai Hui know each other well?" Mingxiu asked curiously.

"Very!" Duanmu replied. He gnashed his teeth in anger but managed to give a bright smile. "We are on the same mission team."

"Oh, then you must be good friends." Mingxiu was also happy to know this. The members of a mission team generally consisted of very good friends who could closely cooperate.

"Yes, yes." Duanmu’s smile became brighter, but in his heart, he wished to stab Ai Hui to death.

Oops, no. Stab? How could he be so cruel to his "good friend"?

He should hack him into pieces to resolve his hatred!

"Oh, I don’t know your name yet," Mingxiu said.

Duanmu thought furiously to himself. Should he tell her his real name? No! He was too famous these days, and as a celebrity, he would be recognized if she knew his true name. Then she would know that he was lying because Ai Hui must have bad-mouthed him in front of her.

Why not give her a pseudonym?

Without thinking, Duanmu Huanghun blurted out, "Just call me Bangwan."

The next moment he realized what he said, and he felt like killing himself.

He almost cried out. Just what did he do?

"Oh, hello, Bangwan!" Mingxiu said heartily.

Hearing the familiar yet horrifying name again, tears welled up in Duanmu’s eyes.

"Yes, yes," he replied torpidly.

This self-abasement was just too harsh.