"Yes." Ye Qingluo agreed without hesitation.
She still needs more training to strengthen the foundation of this body.
One more training session will definitely help her.
Qiao Jin nodded, and then went back outside the training ground to observe the students.
Ye Qingluo has no interest in communicating with other people.
Those students were both curious and afraid of Ye Qingluo, and naturally they wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her if they didn't know her well.
Ye Qingluo was happy to be alone, and walked to the corner to wait for the training to start.
"Get up and continue! Trash, you are the most trash in the whole class! Don't hold us back!"
Before he could stand still, a piercing mocking sound came from his ear.
"Get up quickly!" Someone stretched out his foot and kicked him.
A muffled grunt sounded from a woman, enduring her pain and crying, sobbing in a low voice, not daring to speak out.
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, and looked sideways.
I saw seven or eight students forming a circle next to the shelves where various weapons were placed.
Two other students were raising their legs and kicking the surrounded people.
College violence and class violence can be seen everywhere.
"Hmm... don't hit me, I'll run right away, I'll run right away..." The woman sobbed intermittently, gasping for air in pain.
this voice...
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on those students.
Sure enough, he saw that the woman surrounded by everyone was none other than Ni Ruopan.
She was in a mess, her courtyard clothes were pulled into a mess, and she was so thin that she fell to the ground as if she could not stand still in a second.
Ni Ruopan got up, apparently also saw Ye Qingluo, was startled for a moment, then lowered his head, supported his crumbling body, and ran past her.
Her steps were staggering, and it was extremely difficult to run step by step.
After a few steps, he fell to the ground again.
Just right, he fell at Ye Qingluo's feet.
Ni Ruopan's eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip tightly, not daring to look at Ye Qingluo.
And those seven or eight classmates, seeing Ni Ruopan fall down again, giggled and coaxed them over.
"Let me just say that this trash can't run a few steps, trash is trash, he can't even run two laps of the training ground."
"What do you say that this kind of waste is still in the demon squad? It's simply lowering our collective level!"
Ye Qingluo listened to these people's bad words, and then looked down at Ni Ruopan with his head down, weeping softly, but he didn't dare to refute at all, and he didn't feel depressed for a while.
She frowned and moved a few steps to the side.
Those students surrounded Ni Ruopan again, mocking and insulting him constantly.
Ye Qingluo looked at Qiao Jin.
Both Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi had familiar faces, as if they had long been used to the students' violence against Ni Ruopan.
No matter where it is, strength prevails, and the weak prey on the strong.
The same is true of the class of demons.
The students were so excited that they were mocking and insulting, and some students even pulled out an iron rod from the weapon rack on the side.
The student played with the iron rod in his hand for a while, then laughed and said, "Get out of the way, this trash has no motivation without pressure, let me lead her to run around twice!"
The students roared with laughter and took a few steps back.
Ni Ruopan turned his head in horror, tears filled his eyes: "Don't... I'll run! I'll run..."
"Seeing how hard you are running, I will urge you from behind, and I will definitely let you run two laps with ease! Hahaha..." The student holding the iron bar laughed and stretched out.
He played a simple stick technique, raised the iron stick and slammed it down on Ni Ruopan's body...