Some bit their lips tightly, their eyes filled with disappointment; others stood there listlessly, as if their souls had been ripped away.
But more than anything, there was jealousy—jealousy that Qin Luo was so virtuous and capable of possessing two exceptionally beautiful women.
Among these envious gazes were many from those self-important freshmen who had never received a second glance from Dan Bingli or Murong Liyue. They felt that they were no less than Qin Luo in terms of status or appearance, so why did Qin Luo monopolize such good fortune?
Among the crowd, a disciple dressed in magnificent clothes stared at Qin Luo's back with a sinister look. His name was Song Tian, the eldest son of a certain aristocratic family, who always got whatever he wanted.
He had long coveted Dan Bingli, and seeing this scene, his jealousy twisted his face slightly.
"Hmph, Qin Luo, I'll make you pay in the competition," he muttered through gritted teeth.
On the other side, there was a quiet but strong freshman named Yao Feiguang. But at this moment, his clenched fist was so tight that his knuckles turned white.
He watched Qin Luo and the other two figures, his heart filled with a mixture of resentment and jealousy.
He had been silently watching over Murong Liyue, burying his love deep in his heart. But now, seeing her so close to Qin Luo, although he felt despair, a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart.
"If I can defeat Qin Luo head-on, she will realize that I am no worse than him, and perhaps then she will turn her attention to me."
Yao Feiguang knew the chances were slim, and Qin Luo's strength was evident to all the freshmen, but he was willing to take a gamble in order to win Murong Liyue's favor.
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