"Slow down and watch your butts."
"Senior Zhi Wu, you are going to make them all hate you." Chen Muyu next to him smiled and joked.
Zhi Wu curled her lips and said disapprovingly: "Don't forget, I am the little bully of the college, and it won't be a matter of a day or two for me to be hated by these guys."
"Xiao Wu!" At this moment, a pleasant voice came, making Zhi Wu shiver inexplicably.
He quickly turned around and sneered at the little ancestor, "Teacher Xiaoman, what are your orders?"
Luo Xiaoman lay in Mo Yuan's arms, cracking melon seeds and said lazily: "You also go run five hundred laps."
"Huh? Why?" Zhi Wu's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"Because I think you're unhappy!" Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and showed a wicked smile.
Zhi Wu looked desperate!
Is this the reason
He actually made himself run five hundred laps just because he looked unhappy with you. How much hatred is there
"Hahahaha!!" Yan Qi couldn't help laughing, but feeling Luo Xiaoman's eyes, he held it back for a moment and didn't dare to laugh.
"Xiao Qiqi, I see you are very happy?" Zhi Wu squinted his eyes and stared at Yan Qi coldly.
"Senior Zhi Wu, I'm not happy at all. In fact... I feel sad for you." Yan Qi shook his head repeatedly.
"Oh, just come with me." Zhi Wu walked up, grabbed Yan Qi, and ran quickly.
Seeing Zhi Wu, Yan Qi started running, and the other students felt a little more balanced.
Although they had all envied Zhi Wu and the others for being guided by Luo Xiaoman, when it was their turn, they were so miserable.
Five hundred laps, one hundred bunny hops, and three hundred push-ups...
It’s very disappointing to think about it.
"Xiaoman." Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Luo Xiaoman in his arms. In the past few days, he found that this little guy was relying more on him, "You can explain the situation to him."
"Zhi Wu's self-esteem is so strong. If he didn't go through such trouble, he wouldn't be happy." Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said lightly.
Zhi Wu's talent is very strong, but he is too impetuous and needs more physical exercise and this kind of forced instructions to polish his edges.
"However, you are also the public enemy of the college's tutors now." Mo Yuan raised his eyes and glanced around the tutors standing nearby. They all stared at Luo Xiaoman with resentful expressions.
Although the vice-dean said that this was to prepare for the competition among the four houses, the feeling of being banned was very unpleasant.
"Deacon Xiulin, let's go into seclusion." Beiming glanced at Xiulin next to him and said with a smile: "Instead of watching his disciples being tortured by Elder Xiaoman here, why not improve his own strength?"
"Hey, I didn't expect that the little demon king of Baicheng would turn into the elder Xiaoman now. I really didn't expect it." Xiulin sighed, sighing in her heart, and was even more glad that she didn't die with Luo Xiaoman. Knock, otherwise, I would probably be gone, right
This little ancestor is really scary!
"Hey, the vice-dean is here." At this moment, Tong Ming, who was wearing a white robe with gold edges, came over and walked straight in the direction of Luo Xiaoman.
"Ah~~" Luo Xiaoman stretched out. He knew without asking that Tong Ming must have come over to talk about the Fourth Academy Competition.
But what happened to the young man following him
(End of chapter)