Author: Tang Jia San Shao
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Translator: RuzeEditor: Ruze
Making a one-word battle armor at their level called for surpassing their limits. If Tang Wulin and his group didn't stand united, this would all be a pipe dream.
However, it was clear that neither Wu Siduo nor Luo Guixing respected Tang Wulin. This was natural since he was the class president, the position making him the target of much attention and hostility in his class.
Do I really want all of this?
But Tang Wulin wasn't one to shrink back from his responsibilities. Now that he was the class president, he would do his best to fulfill the role no matter the challenges.
He patted Gu Yue on the shoulder, conveying to her that he didn't need her to speak up for him. He approached Luo Guixing's side and took a seat.
"You're very strong and good at commanding. But you can't deny that right now, I am the first grade's class president," Tang Wulin said quietly.
Luo Guixing's brows arched. "So what?"
Tang Wulin smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "It's nothing mu
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