Shen Lang pursed her red lips and gave him an elegant eye-roll.
"Shen's talent for sarcasm is certainly stronger than mine." She lowered her eyelids, looking disheartened.
"You're the only one in the entire school who would turn in blank exams for every subject."
Shen Lang: "…"
'Seriously? Was it really that serious? Did I tear down his house or collect his rent?'
Shen Zhi's eyes were cold, and his voice was clear and magnetic. "We're classmates, so I feel I should remind Shen of something. You have to respect yourself before others will respect you."
His voice was a little cold. Stripped of its playful mockery, all that remained was a faint, bone-chilling iciness.
He truly detested people like her who were ignorant and proud of it, regardless of their status. Otherwise, his impression of her wouldn't still be in the negatives.
On this point, no matter how sharp-tongued Shen Lang was, she had no defense. It was the truth.
'…Looks like I have a long way to go.'
