Leng Qingtian was bitter.
'Leng Yuan, why do you have to be so exceptional? Why can't you just be a little more ordinary?'
'If only he were a bit more ordinary, I wouldn't be this jealous.'
Lost in thought, Leng Qingtian didn't realize where he was going until he found himself near Leng Yuan's house.
Gazing at the small courtyard before him, he pressed his lips together tightly.
As much as he hated to admit it, Leng Yuan could make his two older brothers return to farming with a single word. That fact alone made everything his own family had done look like a complete joke.
For the first time, Leng Qingtian felt a sense of defeat.
When Leng Yuan beat him up in the past, he'd just chalked it up to him being naturally strong. He didn't care that Leng Yuan had a job; several of his own brothers had jobs too. Now, however, he could no longer lie to himself.
'Strength? I couldn't compare to Leng Yuan.'
'Ability? I couldn't compare to Leng Yuan.'
