Li Canyang glanced at his partner with a puzzled look, "It is undeniable that what Yiruo cooks tastes bad indeed, but it is not as bad as you exaggerated." But when he spoke such words, the corners of the mouth still couldn't help but reveal a trace of convulsions, the things that his cousin made tasted... Li Canyang vowed that even if he were eating coptis every day, he would never want to eat what Yiruo cooks again.
However, just then.
"The head of the Western Academy of red shirts appeared in our Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts unexpectedly, and you are really a rare guest."
A cold voice came from the side.
Li Canyang and Xiao Chengxuan turned around and found a thin and pale teenager in a blue robe with a pair of weak but beautifully arched eyebrows standing beside them quie
