Leng Yiyao followed the direction pointed by Walker and found the training ground quickly.
It was similar to the playground she had imagined. It was a spacious and translucent plastic track. The only difference was that it was surrounded by dense forests. From a distance, it looked like a football field specially carved out of a primeval forest. Of course, the size of this training ground is exactly the same as a football field.
It's only the third period of class now. Except for the students in the special class, most of the students in other surrounding classes are still staying in the classroom.
In the distance, a woman in sportswear is demonstrating how to use an electric baton in the center.
"This is the most commonly used self-defense equipment for women. It is one of the most beneficial self-defense weapons for women with little strength and weak body." The woman in sportswear is one of the female instructors who is at the training ground around the clock. The school considers that most girls wear veils when they go out, which may make girls reluctant to exercise, so they specially hire professional sparring coaches with high salaries. As they were both women, the girls were much more comfortable in front of her.
Leng Yiyao stood far away, listening casually and not approaching. As a result, many people didn't notice her half-hiding in the dense forest.
"This thing is so troublesome. A gun is not enough." As the only daughter of a powerful man, the girl who spoke looked at the electric baton with a flash of contempt in her eyes. Even if there is a gangster, the bodyguards around her are enough to kill him. Even if it doesn't work, there is a gun provided by her family, so why bother.
"The term 'misfire' has been around for a long time. I'm afraid this classmate has never experienced it before, so he can say it so lightly." Since he can be hired into Shengde, he is not a soft persimmon even if he is a sparring partner. He stabs him back without hesitation. The girl's face turned red for a while, but she didn't dare to lose her temper again.
"Students who are interested can try it first." As she spoke, the female teacher was already distributing electric batons.
For a while, the girls' side was very lively.
Only Liao Sijie kept looking around, turning over and over in her hand to weigh the electric baton, absentmindedly.
On the other hand, it was much simpler for the boys. Most of them took the sports equipment they were interested in and went to sweat.
Leng Yiyao looked bored. Except for the unique sports content, it was no different from ordinary physical education classes in the senior year of high school.
Originally, this scene was quite harmonious. Leng Yiyao was just about to continue being a shadowy figure and skipped the class. Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly appeared next to her and flew past her.
After taking a closer look, he saw a boy standing in the middle of the open space in front of the girls. He glanced sharply at the group of little girls who were playing with electric batons and said with a fierce expression: "Who is the transfer student! Stand up for me!"
A cold shout shocked the whole audience.
What the hell is this
Why did a person from outside the class suddenly come into the training ground dedicated to special classes
The boys stopped what they were doing and looked over inexplicably. When they saw Leng Yiyao, half of her body still outside, and then looked at the defiant boy who had just passed her by, their expressions suddenly became strange.
However, the boy who spoke loudly obviously did not notice this, or in other words, his eyes were not very good and he did not notice the expressions and looks of the group of boys at all. He still shouted in the direction of the girl reluctantly: "Speak! Who? He’s a transfer student and he’s mature enough to stand up on his own!”
This tone….
Leng Yiyao looked at the sky with great suspicion, always feeling that she had suddenly fallen into a fake aristocratic school...