"Haha, just one loss?" Jingchen shook his head helplessly, "Teacher Shi, you are wrong. Throughout the morning, your first-year students have lost five games in a row."
Shi Yi froze and said: "So what, we don't have only five people of our age competing."
"There are only ten people allowed to participate in each age group. You only signed up for nine in one year. You have lost five games in a row. What kind of disturbance can the remaining four people create?" Jingchen's lips curled up.
With a disdainful smile, the sarcasm in his eyes was unmistakable.
Shi Yi looked ugly, but he still insisted on arguing: "It doesn't matter if the number of people is small, as long as there are elites..."
"Yes, elites, Teacher Shi, it seems that two of the four elites left in your first grade haven't come yet." Jingchen stretched out his hand and yawned out of boredom, "Are you going to give up directly?
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Shi Yi clenched his fists and was completely speechless this time.
"Who said we won't come?" Ling Luo walked to Jing Chen's side, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice became clearer, "Hasn't Vice President Jing heard a saying that the most powerful one will always appear in the finale?"
Jing Chen narrowed his eyes, how dare such a first-grade girl dare to challenge him so arrogantly?
"Are you the one who was late?"
Ling Luo nodded and said, "Sorry, the student is late."
Jingchen snorted coldly and said: "I don't have any sense of time, so I might as well just quit the game."
Ling Luo tilted his head, looked at Jing Chen, and said: "My competition has not come yet, why do I have to withdraw? Please give me a reason to withdraw from the competition, Vice President Jing."
The corners of Jingchen's eyes twitched. This girl... is too tricky. Doesn't she know that she is the vice president? How dare she speak to him in such a rude tone?
"What's your name? Who is you competing against?" the vice-dean said in a bad tone.
"My name is Ling Luo, and the person I'm competing against is a beggar... What's the flower?" Ling Luo lowered his head, thinking hard.
"Hua Wuqing." Jingchen rolled his eyes at her and said, "You don't even know about Hua Wuqing, who is ranked first in the second grade and fourth in the entire college's most popular list?"
Ling Luo shook his head seriously: "I don't know."
Jingchen was so angry that his mustache almost stood up. Hua Wuqing was his most proud student, a peerless genius among wood cultivators.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ling Luo finished speaking, a strange fragrance of flowers hit her nostrils. The rich fragrance made her choke and cough.
"What does it smell like?" Ling Luo coughed and frowned.
"Beautiful thing." A very enchanting, yet somewhat girly voice sounded from beside her.
Ling Luo raised his head and was completely blinded by the man in front of him.
Hua Wuqing was wearing extremely bright clothes. He was lean and tall, with delicate flower-like ornaments on his wrists and ankles. His face, which was more feminine than a woman's, was actually wearing light makeup.
Highly-picked phoenix eyes, long colorful eyelashes that have been carefully taken care of, and - red lips.
What's even more unbearable is that the rich floral fragrance is constantly emanating from this superb man.
"It's so ugly." Ling Luo's eyes twitched hard.
Hua Wuqing's face suddenly twisted and she said sharply: "What did you say?"
Ling Luo covered her nose and looked like she was about to vomit. She took a step back and said, "It's not only ugly, but also smelly."