The Poetic and Picturesque Zhang Xueyao

"Zhang Xiaopang!"

Lu Ming gnashed his teeth.

Only this idiot would do such a thing!

Only this idiot would know those people with various kinds of such tricks!

Damn!

Lu Ming was furious.

Hahahaha.

Little Fatty. Very soon, your elder brother will teach you a lesson!

However…

The only thing that he felt grateful about was that Zhang Xiaopang's illusion was very shabby. Basically, it was just one girl and one room. The image was quite blurry too.

The vague smile…

The dreamy background…

One could not really make out the actual looks.

How should he say it?

Well…

This was the reason why a short-sighted classmate would feel that every girl in the world was a beauty.

There was mystic beauty.

In this illusion, Lu Ming's image was as such.