"The competition in your Imperial College's monthly exams is certainly intense."
In a pavilion not far away, a tall, slender figure stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His voice was nonchalant, betraying no emotion.
Feng Zhang frowned, clearly not expecting Murong Ye to be so blatant.
"You must be amused, Princely Heir." He cupped his hands. "They're in their teens, an age of pride and vigor. Besides, Murong Ye has always been fiercely competitive. He used to be number one, so he must have felt threatened this time to resort to such a low move."
There was no explicit rule against teaming up in the monthly exams, so Murong Ye's actions couldn't exactly be faulted.
Still, anyone watching would feel his victory was unsportsmanlike.
"A threat?" Shen Yanchuan's eyebrow arched slightly. "You mean, Ye Yunfeng?"
"You know of him?"
Feng Zhang was a little surprised, but then he recalled something and laughed.
