Ke Yao was worried that Yun Qingyan would suffer a loss, so he had already walked to her side and reminded her carefully, "
Junior Sister Yun, you have to be careful about that guy, he has already set his sights on you.
Although Wu Shu looks sly and disgusting, he is actually a student of the Heavenly Division and will graduate in half a year.
I am even the 100th expert on the battle list, ranked higher than Meng Min. "
Ke Zhuo also said, "One hundred on the battle list is a watershed, there is a huge gap between the 100th and the 101st.
Wu Shu himself is a ninth-level Zongyuan master, and his strength is comparable to that of a senior level. He will be undergoing freshmen training these days, and the teaching director is watching closely. He should not dare to take action now.
He'll probably come to you once freshman orientation is over.
Yaoyuan has been pestered for more than a year since he was targeted. If I hadn't been around, I almost fell into his trap several times. "
Ke Zhuo's bones cracked as he squeezed, and there was suppressed anger in his voice, "If I hadn't been too incompetent to defeat him, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant."
"Brother!" Ke Yao looked at Ke Zhuo, and rarely called him by his first name, but called him brother.
She opened Ke Zhuo's clenched fingers, let them stretch, pursed her lips and comforted, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."
Ji Siwen's pair of cat eyes flickered between the two of them, then he patted his chest and said boldly, "Do you want to recruit bodyguards?!
If he troubles you again in the future, I will help you beat him up. If the salary is not high, you only need to pay for your food. "
Ji Siwen's voice immediately caused laughter.
Even Ke Zhuo and Ke Yao couldn't help laughing.
Although Ji Siwen is a high-ranking sect, he is still far away from the perfection of sects like Wu Shu. Although he and Yun Qingyan made Vice Dean Nie Zhao suffer before, everyone knows that Nie Zhao must have subordinates. He showed mercy and did not use his true strength.
Everyone has an abstract view of Ji Siwen and Yun Qingyan's combat prowess, but students from the four major academies have a more intuitive feeling about the masters on the battle list.
Even if they knew that Ji Siwen was not weak, Ke Yao and the other two did not believe that he would definitely be able to defeat Wu Shu.
"Junior Brother Ji, what else do you have to worry about about food and accommodation
With your strength, you will definitely be able to earn a large amount of honor points during the freshmen training. When the training is over, you will have enough food and clothing. You can also exchange honor points for Yuan Yu in the academy. As long as you have strength, you don't have to worry about money. The problem. "Ke Yao chuckled.
Seeing Ji Siwen's "I'm very poor" look, Ke Yao really thought that he was a poor boy with little money in his family and that he just had outstanding talents. He never thought that Ji Siwen was a man who forgot to bring any money when he ran away from home. Rich young master.
"Oh. That's right." Ji Siwen scratched his head and showed the original expression on his face.
With Ji Siwen's temperament, he should have been very happy to hear the news that as long as he could fight, he would be rich. However, his performance was mediocre at this time, as if he was a little disappointed with Ke Yao's answer to his proposal.
This interesting scene made Yun Qingyan couldn't help but glance between Ji Siwen and Ke Yao, with a smile in his eyes.
A group of dozens of people occupied the largest table as soon as they entered the Second Canteen. There were not many Yuan people who came to the Second Canteen to eat, and there were even fewer groups of twenty or thirty people like this. Because the table was too small, everyone could only place it. Neighboring tables were joined together.
(End of chapter)