"Damn it, what rotten luck! How'd I get stuck in the first group?" Not far from Li Wen, Huang Yu complained to Wang Ruming, his face a mask of misery.
"I'm just praying the virtual director takes it easy on me and doesn't put me in a close-up. I'd die of embarrassment!"
"Hah! Believe you? Yeah, right." Wang Ruming shot him the middle finger without hesitation, clearly still salty about the last math exam when Huang Yu had played dumb. "Your Martial Dao score on the last midterm was over ten points higher than mine! Quit playing humble!"
"I'm not kidding this time!" Huang Yu's expression was dead serious. "I was so nervous last night I barely slept. My hands feel weak!"
"Heh heh…" Wang Ruming's lip curled, his face a picture of disbelief.
As training partners who spent every afternoon together in the Martial Dao classroom, he knew exactly what Huang Yu was capable of.