Jiang Xiao took a sneak peek at Han Jiangxue's figure and only turned to look at the youth with the buzz cut after she disappeared. "How about the tiles?"
"Huh?" Rather stunned, the youth with the buzz cut hurriedly continued, "I'll pay for it! Brother Medic, I'm not boasting, but we're really wealthy."
Jiang Xiao said, "These mops…"
The youth with the buzz cut answered, "Hah, that's a piece of cake. The school will replace them."
Jiang Xiao said, "Your injuries…"
Scratching his head and pretending to be clueless, the youth with the buzz cut said, "Injuries? Where? Who's injured?"
"He's injured, isn't he? He's passed out." Jiang Xiao picked up the 500 yuan and tossed it at the skinny youth's face.
"Oh, oh, him. Well, the three of us are equipped with skills and we were just planning to find a quieter place for sparring. I accidentally hit him too hard. It's alright, I'll send him to the medic room later. It's no big issue at all."
