Zhang Xing didn't care about his classmates' mockery. Who told them to think he was poor!
Whether it was on Earth or here, it was always the case that people laughed at the poor but not at the prostitutes.
Especially in a society with an imperial system and a strict aristocratic hierarchy.
The poor were poor from generation to generation and had no status to speak of.
They weren't even as good as a guard dog raised by a noble family.
For a poor person with magic aptitude like Zhang Xing, once he entered a magic academy, it was tantamount to completely getting rid of the identity of a poor person and living a life of the upper class.
But this kind of life was also relative to the poor. There was no other reason than that in the eyes of the nobles, you were just a vassal with a slightly higher status than a servant.
"Zhang Xing, don't brag. Have you seen what wolf meat looks like?
Maybe you haven't even smelled it! "
Saying this, Clive laughed again.
The few poor students in the class also laughed in an ingratiating manner.
Zhang Xing opened "Elementary Magic Theory Basics" and read it, disdaining to argue with this group of children over such meaningless things.
Such a performance was regarded by the whole class as cowardice and cowardice.
The two poor students took the opportunity to stand up and loudly reprimand Zhang Xing to curry favor with Clive.
"Zhang Xing, don't be stubborn. It's your honor that Young Master Clive appreciates you. As long as you are willing to serve Young Master, you can eat anything!"
"That's right. Zhang Xing, you don't know what's good for you. Young Master Clive has already looked for you three times. He's already given you enough face. Don't be so ungrateful!"
Hearing the flattering words of these two poor students, Clive nodded slightly at them with an approving expression.
These two poor students kept trying to be friendly and wanted to hang out with him. Clive was still observing them because their magic aptitude wasn't outstanding. Families didn't lack such followers.
"Shut up. Who do you think you are? Look at you two, just like two pugs. Even if you want to find a dog father, you can't find a mangy dog!"
Mentor Solina happened to walk to the door of the classroom and almost laughed out loud when she heard Zhang Xing's insults.
This kid is so funny. She's good at cursing people. Solina quietly turned around and didn't enter the classroom immediately.
"Zhang Xing, you …"
The two 10-year-old poor students didn't know how to respond after being scolded.
Boom!
The students who were watching the show burst into laughter.
Eventually, the entire class fell silent. The students shrunk their necks and covered their faces with their books as they peeked at Zhang Xuan.
Many students understood the meaning behind his words.
Seeing Clive's gloomy face, flushed face, trembling body, and clenching his fists as if a volcano was about to erupt, they didn't dare to laugh.
Clive's lungs were about to explode. A poor little brat actually dared to scold the young master of the Duke's family!
Was there any law? Did they still care about the law? If this was outside the school, his bodyguards would have already caught this little brat and beaten him up on the spot, and then sent him to the family to be punished.
This was the first time he had heard someone call him a mangy dog. He didn't expect it to be so heart-wrenching.
In the past, when he scolded those servants and those poor people, he felt really comfortable. It was as refreshing as drinking a bowl of iced sour plum soup on a hot summer day!
But today, when he heard the poor people scold him, he was extremely angry. His noble dignity was ruthlessly trampled on. This was absolutely not allowed!
"Great God of Fire!
Your devout servant Clive needs your help. Please give me strength! "
Clive silently chanted an incantation in his heart, and the level-1 spell Fireball was ready.
"Go to hell, you lowly commoner!"