On the martial arts field, the seventh bookstore and the third floor of the hundred students gathered and arranged square arrays.

After the teacher talked for a while, he ordered the two students to practice with each other.

The students dispersed, and their flying blue shirts were like green leaves blown by the wind in the martial arts performance field.

A corner of the martial arts field.

Fang Lang and Ni Wen stood opposite each other.

Ni Wen held a wooden stick like a dead branch in her hand.

Fang Lang looked at Ni Wen with an elegant and easy-going smile.

Ni Wen's head was almost shrunk into her blue shirt, feeling a little embarrassed and uneasy.

I really just practice with you, I... won't talk to you!

In the distance, Yang Zhengyi shook the bangs on his forehead and looked at Fang Lang with resentment on his face.

This kid has floated and his wings are hard. He doesn't practice against him for the sake of the little woman.

He, Yang Zhengyi, is at least 50th on the Golden List!

Where can't compare to Ni Wen?!

Ahem...

Ni Wen is third on the Golden List, and he, Yang Zhengyi... seems to be really inferior.

For a moment, Yang Zhengyi became more and more resentful, and he wanted to vent his resentment on his opponent.

Opposite Yang Zhengyi, Liu Hao, who had just received the golden sore medicine, thrust violently on the corner of his mouth, and a bad premonition arose.

Under the instruction order.

All the students standing in front of each other bowed to their opponents.

"Please give me some advice."

The shouts swept open the willow branches and lingered over the martial arts field.

The next moment, the practice began, and the sound of a fight exploded instantly.

The youthful atmosphere of young girls spreads without reservation.

Vibrant, lively and hilarious.
Chapter completed!