Tang Cen could no longer remember how many times this beast had tortured him.
He didn't understand why someone with no background, no Sect, and only practiced a standardized cultivation technique like the "National Second Set of Spirit Qi Gymnastics·Time is Calling" could beat him in so many ways.
Lying in the dormitory bed—no, it was just a converted junk room. If Beiliang wasn't in the north, Tang Cen might already have had his mouth smashed in by the small but powerful roaches.
Turning over, he gazed at the mottled wall, his eyes filled with a grave and contemplative expression. Even as moonlight spilled onto the earth outside the window, he still didn't close his eyes but kept thinking about how exactly he would defeat this person.
Zhou Li.
It had been twelve days since they started school, which was also the twelfth day since Tang Cen and Zhou Li had become roommates.
