Disbanding is Your Problem, Why are You Crying About the Four Beauties of Yuling School?

Lü Li knew that in their school, typical fourth-year Spirit Masters were around the Fourth-Stage and were already considered elites. Young teachers were mostly at the Fifth-Stage, and the strongest, the Principal, was at the early Seventh-Stage.

As for those even stronger, they generally didn’t hold positions in schools; they were either heads of Families or members of the military.

Therefore, Lü Li swallowed his resentment at being slighted by Wang Tingting. However, his strength was definitely greater than that ’soft rice king’.

A while later.

Ye Qing led Zhou Lingxue into the cafeteria.

After getting their food.

The two began to eat.

However.

In the distance, several figures were pointing at the two of them, occasionally breaking into laughter.

”Hey, you guys over there, have you laughed enough?”

That one sentence.

Made everyone freeze.

Then they looked at Ye Qing, who had spoken.

”We haven’t laughed enough. What’s it to you?”

A burly young man stood up and looked at Ye Qing, his face full of provocation. ”The ’soft rice king’ actually dares to speak like that?”

”What, now that you’re not eating soft rice, you’ve started growing teeth?”

”Is it because you have that Tetanus Blade next to you to back you up?”

”Look at him, he looks so fierce!”

Nearby, several pairs of men and women also burst into laughter.

”Alright, alright, Brother Su, stop talking. Be careful, or he might take that Tetanus Blade and give you a scratch later. That would be a real pain to deal with!”

The student’s words were laced with mockery.

”True, true.”

”Look, that kid doesn’t dare to speak anymore.”

As they spoke, Su Yang snorted coldly. Just as he was about to sit down, a metal tray flew directly toward his face!

Clang!

In almost an instant!

The metal tray made contact with his face, then deformed!

It molded to him!

At the same time, the sound of rushing wind rang out!

A grim voice sounded in Su Yang’s ear.

”I’m waiting for her to finish her meal; what are you waiting for? Waiting to die?”

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