Senior, please live with your conscience.

By conscience?

Liu Zixuan really wanted to spit. This group of shameless little bastards were really difficult to deal with.

Liu Zixuan finally realized that he was really F * cking unlucky today. The first-year students he met were all more difficult than the last. They were really good at talking and could even make a dead person come back alive. They didn't play by the rules, and they said it as if they were especially reasonable, especially aggrieved, and especially reasonable.

He kept calling them seniors as if he respected them, but in reality, every sentence made them speechless and left them with no way out.

This group of sophomores and sophomores stood there like idiots. Their faces were all red from anger, and they couldn't think of anything to say in response.

"We're all students of first high now," Lu xiuche finally said."We respect our seniors, but you can't think that we're easy to bully just because we're young, can you?"