“I’ve already been stalled by Yuan Wendong and the others for too long. It’s going to be afternoon classes soon, so I’ll be heading back first,” said Chu Huanzhao.

There was hardly anyone left in the canteen. She casually wiped her mouth and stood. 

“What class are you in?” Zu An asked out of curiosity.

“I…” Oddly enough, Chu Huanzhao began to fidget uncomfortably. Her voice also became a little weaker. “I’m from the Black class.

“Laugh if you want to. My older sister was a prodigy in the Sky class, reputed to be the strongest amongst the students, whereas I’m nowhere near in comparison to her. I have been mocked many times in the past, so I can’t be bothered with it anymore.”

Unexpectedly, Zu An patted her shoulders gently. “You must have had a hard time, huh? You don’t need to worry anymore, I’m here to lower the bar. I’m from the Yellow class, remember?”

He still remembered how everyone seemed to harbor ill will toward him when he’d first arrived in this world. This lass was the only one who stood up for him when everyone in the ancestral hall was trying to get him punished. Seeing how downcast this matter had left her, he couldn’t bring himself to make a jab at her.

Chu Huanzhao was taken aback by his remark. She stared at him deeply for a moment before muttering softly, “Thank you.”

Zu An continued, “Everyone has their own strengths. Perhaps...