His imitation was dead on, even mimicking the slight upward inflection at the end of Zhou Mingxuan's sentences, which set off a roar of laughter among the crowd.
The campus echoed with the vibrant, uninhibited laughter unique to youth.
Mu Qingxue stood by Lin Fan's side, watching the scene unfold, a complex swirl of emotions washing over her.
She had never imagined that these ordinary-seeming classmates would unite so fiercely to stand up for Lin Fan.
She glanced sideways at Lin Fan and was surprised to find not a trace of embarrassment or frustration on his face, but rather warmth and being deeply moved.
In that moment, she seemed to see another kind of radiance in Lin Fan—one that could not be captured on a report card, yet shone brighter than any score.
Left speechless by the barrage of remarks from every direction, Zhou Mingxuan's face flushed from red to cyan, then turned pale.
He looked around, but instead of the awe of the past, he met pairs of eyes filled with discontent and disdain.
He felt an unprecedented sense of isolation, as if he had suddenly been knocked off a pedestal and plunged into an abyss.
"Hmph! A bunch of mediocrities!"
Zhou Mingxuan finally squeezed the words through his teeth, his voice carrying an unmistakable tremor.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails nearly dug into his palms.
This feeling of being besieged by the crowd was entirely new to him; he felt like a cornered lion, stripped of all majesty.
Chapter 94