"I believe, believe, believe, of course I do." Li ngjie playfully stuck out her tongue, speaking in an ingratiating manner with a smile: "My Miss Ling is a Judo 8th Stage expert, after all. What’s Xu Renjie in comparison to her? But Xue Jiu, do you know? The impressive thing about your big bodyguard isn’t that he can send Xu Renjie flying but the speed of his strike. You know, Niu Peng and Xu Renjie’s three lackeys were all watching with wide eyes, yet none of them could tell how Xu Renjie was sent flying. Isn’t that aweso?"
"You brat, you were just saying you were afraid of blood and closed your eyes, and now in a blink, you’re claiming you watched everything with open eyes?" Ling Xuejiu said, annoyed.
Li ngjie’s face turned red, and she said, "Even if I did close my eyes for a mont, Niu Peng and the others definitely had their eyes open."
"Hmph!" Ling Xuejiu said indignantly, "Why do you keep on speaking well of that country bumpkin? Could it be that you’ve taken a liking to him?"
Although she said this, Ling Xuejiu’s heart was actually filled with curiosity about Leng Xuan. She couldn’t help but recall their first eting when Leng Xuan sent Wang Shuze staggering back seven or eight paces with a single punch. While Leng Xuan had the elent of surprise, Wang Shuze was normally very vigilant, and it was nearly impossible for an average person to even touch his sleeve from behind, let alone send him staggering. This indicated that Leng Xuan did indeed possess so skills.
Actually, Ling Xuejiu should have considered that Leng Xuan was highly recomnded by her grandfather, Master Ling Tian. Who was Ling Tian? With his discernnt in judging people, could he be wrong?
Ling Xuejiu was usually a clever girl, but her first impression of Leng Xuan was so bad that she always looked for ways to give him a hard ti later on, rarely taking ti to think about other things.
Li ngjie was always cheerful, and upon hearing this, she showed no sign of the typical maidenly shyness, laughing, "Yeah, I like him. Are you jealous?"
Ling Xuejiu rolled her eyes, having no interest in continuing this low-level joke. Just then, the bell for class rang, and she said, "Let’s go in!" She walked into the classroom with Li ngjie.
After entering the classroom, Li ngjie saw that Leng Xuan had already arrived, sitting in the back row with his head down, seemingly holding a silver needle and studying sothing intently. She felt a hint of curiosity, but the teacher for this class had already arrived, so she had to suppress her curiosity and took her own seat.
"Stand up!" As soon as Ling Xuejiu sat down, she imdiately stood up, followed by all the students in the class standing and chanting in unison, "Good morning, Teacher!"
This class was biology, and the teacher was Wang Fajiu, a middle-aged balding chubby man with glasses.
Wang Fajiu adjusted his glasses and noticed that several students were absent from the class. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Xu Renjie and Niu Peng’s group and didn’t think much of it. He was about to greet the class with "Good morning, students," when he noticed a boy sitting in the middle of the last row with his head down, not moving. All the other students stood up, but this one did not.
"That student!" Wang Fajiu adjusted his glasses, quite upset, and said, "Why aren’t you standing up?" Brothers, give so support with favorites, recomndations, and comnts. Your support not only gives motivation, but it will also allow to present you with a more perfect work in an impassioned state that will simply blow you away!
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