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"Joke!" Yan Yu immediately sneered, "The Immortal Sword is blind to fairness, and actual combat doesn't allow for much holding back. When did we ever spar without getting some bruises? Besides, even if something really did happen between me and Zhou Hongyu, what could you do about it? All you'd end up doing is secretly shedding tears in your bed at night!"
"I wouldn't!" Lin Ning's face turned red as she stuttered something about "I'm not jealous, I just don't like being lied to," "The captain needs to be fair and not show favoritism," blah blah blah, causing Su Yunjin and Yan Yu to burst into laughter, filling the training ground with cheerful laughter.
On the side, Zhao Yuanzhen silently scrutinized Lin Ning, thinking to himself, If you're not jealous, then I'll eat my hat!
However, Ningning was trying to put pressure on the little thief and give him a warning—she, as the head consort, was naturally pleased to see this. So, she said aloud:
