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Chapter 2321

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To an ordinary person, being drenched in the rain was very harmful to the body. Only a person who was sad or in pain would walk in the rain.

However, Yun Jian was used to training in the rain. Running a few laps in the rain brought her back to the time when she was in the An Hun Organization and trained with the group of kidnapped children.

Back in the An Hun Organization, it was a dark and gloomy day. Her daily wish was to be strong enough to live to the next day.

However, it was undeniable that one's hard work was forced.

The time when she was training day and night in the An Hun Organization was the time when Yun Jian, as Slaying God, worked the hardest to improve her skills.

She only wanted to live.

Ever since she left the An Hun Organization, although she worked hard every day, she could not find that tenacious heart of hers.

Therefore, there was another reason Yun Jian wanted to train in the rain. She wanted to find her fighting spirit in the rain.

However, before Yun Jian could take a step, she heard Luo Jiajun's voice. Upon hearing that, Yun Jian narrowed her eyes and ignored him. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and ran into the rain.

However, before Yun Jian could walk out, Luo Jiajun walked over to hold Yun Jian's hand, trying to stop Yun Jian from walking into the rain.

"Even if you don't want to think about your body, as your friends, we'll be worried for you!" Luo Jiajun frowned as he said that. He wanted to hold Yun Jian's hand like a hero saving a damsel in distress to stop Yun Jian from getting drenched.

However, Yun Jian's eyes moved. Before Luo Jiajun's hand could touch her, she dodged to the left and avoided his touch.

Hong Ling and Wei Ze who were standing behind Luo Jiajun were dumbfounded.

The eldest son of the Luo family, the future heir of the Luo Group, the most handsome boy in the Imperial College, known as the 'Aloof Prince' …

Not only did he claim to be Yun Jian's friend, but he even took the initiative to touch a girl!

Reaching out to touch a girl was something that had never happened to Luo Jiajun.

Therefore, this scene dumbfounded Hong Ling and Wei Ze.

What was even more surprising was that this girl actually avoided Luo Jiajun's touch!

Didn't she know that she was the first girl in the world who could make Luo Jiajun take the initiative to hold her hand?

In the dark, Wei Min clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug deep into her flesh. Her knuckles turned white because she used too much force.

"Wei Lin!" Wei Min yelled out almost immediately.

After yelling, she twisted her face and stared at Yun Jian with a fake smile for two seconds. Then, she suppressed her anger and looked at Yun Jian with the attitude of a good sister.

"Wei Lin, how can you be so impolite? Brother Jiajun is doing this for your own good. He doesn't want you to go out and catch a cold! "

Wei Min clenched her teeth and forced herself to change her tone into a normal one as she spoke to Yun Jian.

After saying this, Yun Jian glanced at Wei Min from the corner of her eyes. Just as she was about to walk into the rain again …

"Um, I, I haven't thanked you yet … My name is Ling Qianqian. We can be friends …" Ling Qianqian suddenly ran to Yun Jian and said to Yun Jian.

But when Ling Qianqian ran to Yun Jian and said this to Yun Jian, she suddenly saw a figure stumbling over in the rain.

The figure staggered over with a limp. He was wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a straw raincoat on his body. He was also holding a worn-out umbrella in his hand.

When this person saw Ling Qianqian, he grinned and ran over even faster. "Qianqian … Qianqian, it's raining. Dad remembered that you didn't bring an umbrella this morning, so Dad brought an umbrella over …"

The man limped to the front of the crowd and handed Ling Qianqian the worn-out umbrella in his arms.

Ling Qianqian suddenly got angry. She flung the shabby umbrella that the person handed to her to the ground. She cried and roared, "

"Didn't I tell you not to come to school to pick me up! Do you think I haven't made a fool of myself enough! Get out! Get out of here! "

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

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