Blood Emperor of the Apocalypse

“You fatso, get out of the way!” “Oh, sorry!” Luo Na heard her close friend Li Lingshan in front of her and hurriedly tugged at her sleeve. “Shan, don't be like that. He didn't do it on purpose.” Li Lingshan glared at Lu Yu, who had moved his bulky body aside and squeezed next to the door. “Just seeing a fatso makes me mad. He's disgusting.” “Shan...” “Fine!” Li Lingshan went to her seat, ready for class. It was strange, Luo Na thought as she sat down. Canghai Academy was practically an aristocratic school, so how could someone like Lu Yu be here? His clothes were worn nearly to shreds, and they seemed a size too small. Maybe they were the uniform he had been given when he enrolled three years ago. Compared with everyone else's neat appearance, he stood out starkly. Besides, everyone nowadays paid attention to their figure and ate a balanced diet. How could anyone be as absurdly fat as him, especially at an aristocratic school like this?