"Jing Youlan, step forward!"
With subconscious raised eyebrows, amid the sympathetic gaze of his buddies and the gloating from others, Jing Youlan stepped forward.
However, the next moment, before the gloating crowd could curve their lips into a smirk...
"Xue Jianbing, step forward!" The instructor's chilling voice called once more, instantly freezing those curved lips in place, rigid and unmovable.
With a soft, cold snort, Xue Jianbing now understood the instructor's earlier words about having a good fight.
Good, he had long intended to have a real fight with Jing Youlan anyway. It was also an opportunity to show Mu Lin who was stronger between himself and Jing Youlan - giving her a chance to reconsider which side she should be on.
"You all have taken free combat classes, haven't you." Ling Qi asked knowingly.
"Yes, Instructor." The two men responded in unison. They looked at each other, the sparks in their eyes only understandable to each other.
