"Ah Feng, are you leaving again?"
Zhai Xiaoyan's exceptionally beautiful face was full of a grievous expression.
"Yeah, study hard and don't forget your cultivation. The effort you've put in recently is commendable. You can discuss your experiences with Sirui in depth," Tang Feng said.
"I was about to make a move just now, but I didn't expect Xiao Yan to be faster than me." Zhao Sirui tried hard, but her talent truly wasn't as good as Zhai Xiaoyan's.
"The intention is what counts. Am I going to blame you? I'm leaving." Tang Feng waved to the instructor, who pretended not to see.
He was an old man whose bones couldn't withstand such hassle; he'd rather turn a blind eye as whatever the students did well or badly wasn't his concern.
When Tang Feng came out of the classroom, he saw several girls under the shade of the trees ahead and immediately understood what was going on.
So he walked over.
"Is the car fixed already?"
"You wish."