After taking the vial of antidote from Zhang Fengxi, Jiang Muchen's body recovered fully. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about his broken pride.
He barely ate anything, and refused to talk to his parents. The only person who managed to pull him out of his depressive state was Xie Jianyu, who spent as much time as possible every day by his bedside.
"I never wanted to be the Heavenly Emperor," Jiang Muchen told Xie Jianyu. "So I did not mind losing my place in the competition. But... But..."
Jiang Muchen burst into angry tears.
"I did not want to lose to that... That asshole!"
Xie Jianyu quietly gathered Jiang Muchen into his arms. A thin layer of ice built over his eyes as he spoke with determination.
"Don't worry, Muchen. I am going to teach that scoundrel a lesson he won't forget."
Xie Jianyu did not know what he expected when he gazed at the announcement board every day for the next three days.
