Zhang Haotian and the brothers from the fraternity quickly turned to look at a young boy who was making sarcastic remarks outside. Their eyes were obviously criticizing this boy for being an idiot.
"What are you looking at? Did I say it wrong? I thought it was a crazy battle, but I didn't expect it to be so simple. The battle ended with one move. Alas, what did I come to see? Is it just to look at you?
Boxing? I really let this prince down."
"No one asked you to come and see it. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. If you have the guts, come and have a fight with our boss."
"What do you mean? Who are you? If you dare to talk to this prince like this, I think you are tired of living, right?"
Zhang Haotian didn't take this arrogant prince to heart, but he kept paying attention to the four young people in the early stage of Nascent Soul behind him. The way they stood reminded Zhang Haotian of teaching him Nine Suns at Yulong Middle School.
The instructor who was very successful knew that it was the unique temperament of a soldier.
"Okay, if we are talking about other people, do we still have to care about what others say? Let's withdraw, right? Four King Kongs, you take Changqing back to rest. From now on, the student union and the fraternity will be brothers, so we must behave well in school
Take advantage of these few years of study time and study hard."
"Yes, boss."
"Hmph, a yellow-haired boy, why do you call him boss? He is really arrogant. He talks about studying hard, but he sets up a club on campus. He is really a duplicitous guy."
Zhang Haotian looked at the over-looking prince and felt angry when he heard what he said. When Zhang Haotian was about to say something to him, Xiaoyao's voice came into his sea of consciousness and said: "Little
Master, why are you angry over a woman?"
"Woman?" the mini version of Zhang Haotian asked doubtfully in the sea of consciousness.
"Isn't she a woman? Do you think she has an Adam's apple? Look at the skin color between her neck, and then look at the skin color on her hands. It's obvious that her hands are disguised, and her hair, you can only see
She has short hair, you can see..."
After listening to all the flaws that Xiaoyao said, and feeling sorry for his lack of experience, Zhang Haotian also thought of a way to deal with this messy woman.
"I am a yellow-haired boy, are you still a yellow-haired girl?"
Zhang Haotian could see that when he said Huang Mao Yatou, the prince was obviously panicked, but he immediately calmed down and said: "I am a real boy, who is Huang Mao Yatou?"
"Then you are a yellow-haired boy."
"Of course."
"Haha, it turns out that you are the yellow-haired boy. Zhang Haotian won't accompany you anymore. Let's have a good chat when we have time. Even if we hold a candle at night, I, Zhang Haotian, will accompany you at any time."
"You said, I will find you."
"What are you doing with me?"
"Let's talk at night by candlelight."
"Ah, do you really want to talk to me at Bingzhu Night? Talking at Bingzhu Night requires using hands and feet."
"Bold." The four young men who looked like bodyguards standing behind the prince heard Zhang Haotian's words and shouted loudly.
Zhang Haotian did not take the words of the four people to heart at all, but said with a playful smile: "What can you do to me without your master's instructions?"
"Zhang Haotian, my name is Yan Qing, I am a freshman at Yulong University. I have established the Prince Pavilion. The people who join the Prince Pavilion are all powerful people. I think you have good skills. If you are willing, I can accept you into my Prince Pavilion.
