"That maggot! That son of a bitch maggot! You will always be a maggot!" Aber was trembling vehemently although he was not sure whether it was because of anger, hatred, envy, or fear? He could no longer remain calm!
The fear of death circled his mind, torturing him. Whenever he thought of the Ivy League Alliance Academy and his bright future in that state, all the complicated thoughts would double. How could he remain calm?
On top of that, Tang Ling's level of genius was obviously a poison to Aber.
While Aber always acted superior to others, there was a depressing past in his heart that he wished not to mention. Originally, he should not have grown up in the rural and poor Safety Sector No. 17. Instead, he should have been beside his mother, enjoying the resources from her side of the family.
Unfortunately, he was looked down upon and was not qualified to.