But watching how he was even more handsome and eye-catching than himself, he began to feel jealous.
So, as soon as Wen Zao walked by, he stuck out his leg, trying to trip him and make him look ridiculous.
However, Wen Zao seemed to have already anticipated his move. His lips curled slightly, and at the very moment the leg extended, he performed a clean front flip, effortlessly leaping over the boy's leg and landing steadily at his spot.
The boy froze, still unclear on how Wen Zao pulled off that move, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf. Then with a thud, he rolled off his chair onto the floor, curling into a ball and bursting into loud, uncontrollable sobs.
A few boys who were friends with the tall kid surrounded Wen Zao, and one of them pushed him lightly with his hand.
"Hey, what did you do to him?"
Wen Zao furrowed his brows but said nothing, his lips pressed tightly together, showing faint displeasure.
"Don't touch me—" he said, his tone flat.
