World College Tournament

Translator: XephiZ           Editor: Aelryinth

Lin Yanyu glanced backward with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Mo Fan was right on point. The two things he hated the most in his life were someone touching his bow tie, or calling him a sissy.

The man had committed a serious offense, enough to grant him the worst death penalty. He would lose his reputation at Pearl Institute if he could not get his revenge.

"Brother Dongfang, why are you stopping me? You just want to preserve your good image in front of Mu Nujiao, but I don't f**king care," said Lin Yanyu furiously.

"I don't want you to take a beating," said Dongfang Ming.

"Why would I take a beating… wait, are you implying that he's stronger than me?" It sounded fairly ridiculous to Lin Yanyu.

Only a few students in the entire Pearl Institute were worthy to be his opponent. He would never believe a jerk with no manners could be comparable to him.