Boom!
The entire arena was enveloped in a terrifying chill, with ice and snow swirling around, montarily blinding everyone.
"Who won?"
"Do you even need to ask? With such terrifying power, even a boss from the Inner World couldn't withstand it."
"Young people these days are truly impressive!"
Everyone craned their necks, trying to see through the ice and snow.
Gradually, a standing figure erged—it was Shi Shaorong!
On the arena, Shi Shaorong's face was deathly pale, gasping for breath. That last attack had exhausted all her mana.
As for Qiao Yu... not even his shadow could be seen, only a swirling mass of cold air remained.
"I told you, I wouldn't lose this ti!" Shi Shaorong brushed back her hair, a stunning smile appearing on her cold face.
In an instant, many male spectators in the stands were srized.
So even forgot their wives were right beside them.
"You can look, but you're drooling! Tell , is Shi Shaorong prettier or am I?" a girl tugged at her boyfriend's ear and asked.
"You're prettier, you're prettier!" the boy replied timidly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance back at the stage.
The next second, he froze, even the pain from his girlfriend tugging his ear vanished.
From the mist of cold air, a pale hand suddenly reached out!
The hand instantly grabbed Shi Shaorong's white ankle, making her shiver.
It was too cold! She felt as if it wasn't a human hand grabbing her ankle, but a block of ice.
Swish!
Shi Shaorong was lifted upside down by that pale hand, her light blue hair dragging on the ground.
As the cold air dissipated, the scene on the arena beca clear to everyone.
Silence.
A deathly silence filled the entire venue.
"Oh my god... my Uncle's been dead for three months and he wasn't this pale!" a spectator couldn't help but murmur.
Qiao Yu reappeared, his skin devoid of any color, looking as pale as a corpse. Even his black hair was covered in frost, making him look like a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave.
"Achoo!"
Qiao Yu sneezed, and even the ice shards he expelled were white.
The bone-chilling cold made Qiao Yu's joints crack audibly.
"Let go!!!"
Shi Shaorong's face turned red with anger. She was wearing a pleated skirt today, and being upside down made her skirt flip up due to gravity.
Though she was wearing safety shorts, the position was still extrely unseemly.
"Qiao Yu! Let her go! Or I won't let you off!" Gu Su shouted from below, his eyes filled with a warning for Qiao Yu.
"Let go? Sure, no problem."
Qiao Yu grabbed Shi Shaorong's leg and started swinging her around.
This ti, he didn't swing her side to side but lifted her over his head and began to spin.
"Invincible Windmill!"
Shi Shaorong: "..."
Qiao Yu spun faster and faster, and Shi Shaorong rotated like a compass needle, her vision spinning.
The entire college entrance examination venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and many people were left in a daze.
"Isn't this the second ti he's played with Shi Shaorong like this?"
"Won't she be broken if he keeps playing like this..."
"Does he really have no pity for beauty? To treat such a pretty girl so harshly."
"Is it possible that this guy is into n..."
"I think it's very possible!"
Even the examiner was silent. Male vs. female duels in the college entrance exam were common.
But using such violent ans against a female classmate, this was the first ti he'd seen it in all his years of hosting the exams.
Oh no, the second ti, the first ti was also this guy...
While the spectators were discussing, Qiao Yu finally completed his acceleration of Shi Shaorong.
Although her move almost froze him to death, how could Qiao Yu hold a grudge against a little girl?
He let go as promised.
Whoosh!
Shi Shaorong flew out like a cannonball, landing straight into the distant grass, with only her straight legs sticking out.
"See, I let go, so you can't bla !" Qiao Yu spread his hands at Gu Su.
As he spoke, ice shards continued to spill from his mouth.
Gu Su: "..."
He glared fiercely at Qiao Yu, then rushed over in a few strides, pulling Shi Shaorong out by her legs.
"Rongrong, are you okay, Rongrong?" Gu Su asked with concern.
Shi Shaorong's face was still smudged with dirt, her eyes tightly shut, pretending to be unconscious.
She had no choice but to pretend, it was too embarrassing!
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From childhood to now, the n around her were either gentlemanly and polite or sincere simps.
To be swung around like a sandbag by the sa man twice, Shi Shaorong had never suffered such humiliation.
"Are you stupid? If she's unconscious, why don't you give her CPR?" Yang Xiangdi fanned the flas from the side.
"Shut up! I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others!" Gu Su scolded, turning his head.
But when he turned back and saw Shi Shaorong's rosy lips, Gu Su's Adam's apple couldn't help but bob up and down, even his heart skipped a beat.
That fatty was right! If she's unconscious, she definitely needs CPR to be saved!
With that thought, Gu Su puckered his lips, ready to kiss her.
Shi Shaorong could no longer pretend to be unconscious.
Slap!
Shi Shaorong slapped Gu Su across the face.
"Rongrong, don't misunderstand, I wasn't trying to take advantage of you, I just wanted to save you!" Gu Su quickly explained.
"Hahaha! That's hilarious, isn't it the healers who save people in the Inner World? Using CPR? What, does kissing you heal or cure diseases?"
As soon as Yang Xiangdi said this, Gu Su knew things were going south.
Sure enough, Shi Shaorong's face turned so dark it seed like water could drip from it.
The spectators in the stands, enjoying the spectacle, joined in the uproar.
"Kissing cures diseases? Young man, can you cure my decade-old hemorrhoids?"
"And , and , my twenty-year-old body odor!"
"My thirty-year-old athlete's foot!"
"Everyone move aside, let try, I have diabetes, let this young man have a taste of sweetness!"
Gu Su gritted his teeth at the mockery.
That fatty was truly hateful!
First, he lured him into making a mistake, and now he's leading the mockery!
Shi Shaorong already didn't like him, and after this incident, her impression of him would surely worsen.
Gu Su glared at Yang Xiangdi with hatred, wishing he could skin him alive on the spot.
Yang Xiangdi laughed heartily, completely ignoring him.
"Gu Su!" Shi Shaorong's cold voice rang out.
"Rongrong, let explain, I can explain." Gu Su panicked.
"No!"
Shi Shaorong shook her head.
"I don't need any explanation. You want to pursue , right?"
"Huh? Ah! Yes!" Gu Su nodded vigorously.
Shi Shaorong extended a slender finger, pointing at Qiao Yu on the arena, who was recovering with potions.
"Defeat him, and you'll be my boyfriend, Shi Shaorong!"
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