Everybody looked over there.
Only Ye Wangchuan was not surprised.
He watched Qiao Nian take a slow step away from his side so that the crowd could see her clearly. He raised his eyelids and looked at the teacher on the stage with a cold and sarcastic look.
"Can I?"
"you?"
The teacher who was called looked her up and down, as if judging whether her frail bones could withstand a few of his punches, and immediately laughed.
"Little..." Bastard.
Before he could say anything, he felt a cold gaze from the person next to Qiao Nian sweeping over and falling on him.
The teacher couldn't tell where the oppression came from. He bent his back unconsciously. Then he realized that his momentum had been weakened. The words on his lips became...
"Kid, you have to come up on your own. The ring has its own rules. I won't take special care of you. If you get hurt, don't cry. Life or death is not a matter here!"
"Are you sure you want to come up again?"
Qiao Nian took off the shoulder bag she was carrying and placed it on the edge of the ring. She stretched her wrists and looked over, calm and collected.
"Sure."
Several teachers exchanged glances.
The instructor who was Adam's opponent was also from the Mu family, but his rank was not as high as that of No. 003. He could only be regarded as a lackey, and a lackey without any reputation.
He glanced at Instructor No. 003, but the other party didn't notice him. He was still examining Qiao Nian who suddenly showed up to disrupt the situation, and didn't give him a reply for a long time.
He finally had a chance to show his abilities and didn't want to give it up easily, so without waiting for No. 003 to give him a reply, he turned around and agreed.
"Okay, just don't regret it! Come on up!"
Qiao Nian walked forward immediately.
Just as he was about to climb onto the stage, someone gently pulled his arm and a soft voice came into his ear: "Be careful."
Qiao Nian turned her head and glanced at him. It seemed that she said nothing, but a thousand words were contained in one glance. Ye Wangchuan also slowly loosened his hand the moment he saw her look back, and watched her rush onto the stage like a meteor and greeted Bo Rui.
"Take the person down first."
Bo Rui: "What about you?"
Qiao Nian pointed to his nose: "Me?"
Then he put down his hand, his body as sharp as a scabbard: "Don't worry about me, I can go down if I dare to come up."
"You..." Adam was still holding on to his breath. Seeing Qiao Nian stand up for him and hearing her confident words, he remembered that he had mocked him last night for being a gigolo and a burden to them, and he felt bad.
I held it in for a long time.
Adam managed to utter: "Be careful."
"Be careful." Bori said the same thing and stopped talking. He put his hands under Adam's armpits, lifted him up and helped him walk off the ring.
In a blink of an eye, the arena was empty.
The air solidified.
The instructor raised his mouth with a grim smile. Before attacking, he said two hypocritical words, "You insisted on taking his place. Fists have no eyes. Good luck to you. If you really can't beat him, just admit defeat like him. I will stop. Otherwise..."
Otherwise what.
He didn't finish.
Everyone present, including Ye Wangchuan, understood what he meant. Otherwise, even if Qiao Nian died on the ring, it would have nothing to do with him.
Ye Wangchuan glanced over with cold eyes, suppressed the cruelty in his heart, and shifted his gaze to Qiao Nian...
She had short hair, sharp black eyes, and a choker collar on her slender neck. Facing the other party's verbal provocation, she stretched her muscles, stretched her hand forward, looked arrogant and rebellious, and made a hooking gesture with the other party.
One word without words: Come!