"Since it's a personal matter between you and me, why don't you let me sign up?"
Qing Kuang's whole body suddenly became cold, and he stabbed like a sharp spear, causing the teacher's face to turn pale and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
The teacher swallowed involuntarily and looked embarrassed. Although he had been reminded that although this little man was nine years old, he was definitely not nine years old.
But he subconsciously looked down on him and wanted to teach her a lesson, but he didn't expect that this little person was so difficult to mess with.
"You...are not old enough!"[
After a while, the teacher looked embarrassed and found a lame excuse.
"age?"
Qing Kuang smiled contemptuously, and the tone of his rhetorical question was full of sarcasm. Without asking the man to answer, Qing Kuang ordered coldly.
"Call your principal out! You are incapable of handling this!"
"You are a little brat. If you want to see our principal, talk in your sleep!"
When the man heard about the principal, he also knew that it would definitely not be a good thing for him if this matter got serious. He gradually calmed down.
Qing Kuang curled her lips and smiled evilly, this teacher is really naive!
"Ah! Ugh! How dare you attack me? Do you know that I am a teacher at Silanta Empire School!"
The man looked at Qing Kuang in horror. Qing Kuang's speed was too fast. Even if he saw it, he had no time to react. A dagger pierced his chest and passed close to his heart. A cold and sharp murderous intention spread in his heart.
Fear, that is a kind of fear that cannot be described in words!
The dagger flew off his right wrist. Qingkuang took two steps forward, stepped on the teacher's chest, and said with an evil smile: "So weak? Haha!"
Contempt, ridicule, the sunlight refracted on the silver blade of the dagger, shining with dazzling silver light.
How could such a movement not attract the attention of others?
Respect the strong, bully the weak and be afraid of the strong. This is the eternal truth wherever you go!
She, Feng Qingkuang, said that in this life, her stunts will no longer be the same as in the previous life.
If you want to bully her and ridicule her, she will have blood to tell the world that she, Feng Qingkuang, is not so easy to bully! Tolerance? There is no such word in her dictionary!
"You are so brave, openly attacking the teacher in front of the school!"
The one who came over was Song Jianliao, the teacher who signed up next to him. When he saw Qing Kuang holding a dagger in his hand and stomping on people with his arrogance, he shouted angrily.
"This teacher, you can't blame Qing Kuang, it's this teacher who deserves the abuse!"[
Duanmu Xiu's eyes also turned cold. Even a fool could see that the teacher was looking for trouble with Qing Kuang just now, but he didn't expect that Qing Kuang was the kind of person who didn't give any face at all and would do anything if he didn't like it. He immediately fell to the ground.
Really, sparkling blood!
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Song Jianliao obviously didn't believe Duanmu Xiu. He turned around and looked at Qingkuang, who was still stepping on Ma Jiashu. He pointed his hand and ordered.
"You, let the person go first!"
The dagger flew out of the air and barely scratched Song Jianliao's neck. Qing Kuang narrowed his eyes, dangerous and evil, and snorted coldly.
"In what capacity do you order me?"
Song Jianliao was furious when he heard this. He had never seen anyone in the Slanta Empire School so disrespectful, and he had never seen anyone so arrogant and not even give a cent to Slanta.