"Elder Brother Xu really knows how to play."
Wang Hui, soaked through with pond water and weeds, pushed open the door of the canteen, wiped the water off his face, his voice trembling a bit, "This luck, if you say it's bad, it's really bad, doesn't give us any slack."
"Who's telling me?"
The classmate beside him looked equally pathetic, a head full of dry straw proving that his luck wasn't any better. But he was very calm, his emotional fluctuations nearly non-existent.
"Who would have thought that pig could do a backflip."
"Forget the backflip."
Twisting his wet clothing painfully, Wang Hui sighed, "It was jumping left and right with precision. I really don't know which genius thought it was a good idea to fight a pig. Now even pigs have learned combat skills."
"Beiliang Imperial Academy, pretty magical, right?"
