Chapter 692
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"Huh? Late Student Ye Qing Luo, I will misunderstand if you look at me affectionately like that. "
Di Mo Xuan squinted his peach blossom eyes and immediately retreated behind Old Man Gui You: "That won't do, I'm a master and you're a student."
"…" Ye Qing Luo's lips twitched.
Be a master then be a good master!
Couldn't you have a little bit of a master's solemnity?
Couldn't you have a little bit of a master's immortal air?
"!!" The other students were shocked.
One by one, they stared at the two of them on the counter in bewilderment. Why did they suddenly feel that … this combination looked so harmonious?
Why did they feel that the master and their own boss's eyes met each other and just a few simple sentences, they could feel the blinding light?
The students were stunned for a long time and suddenly slapped their own heads hard.
Pfft pfft pfft!
What harmony! What blinding light!
Their own boss and the Overlord were a pair!
This unknown evaluator was just a passerby! How could he be compared to the Overlord!
Ye Qing Luo merely shot a glance and other than Long Yun Zhan and the others, the other students' actions were the same, patting their heads at the same frequency and she knew what they were thinking about in their minds.
The corner of her mouth twitched even more.
Damn it! What happened to the feudal thinking of the ancient people?
She knelt down in front of this gossiping and imagination ability!
Ye Qing Luo stared at Di Mo Xuan resentfully and strode over to pick up a stack of basic training books: "Yes, Master, I'll distribute them to the other students now!"
When she passed by Di Mo Xuan, Ye Qing Luo's petite body suddenly stiffened.
The man with the stinky face, actually … actually secretly pinched her waist in a blind spot where no one could see.
Ye Qing Luo turned her head and stared at him, only to see that he was still smiling warmly and continued to chat with the students.
She endured!
Wait and see how she would teach him a lesson in private!
Ye Qing Luo gritted her teeth and distributed the books to the students one by one.
Everyone looked at Ye Qing Luo with an expression of wanting to ask but not daring to.
Ye Qing Luo had an urge to give Di Mo Xuan a good beating.
Finally, under the baptism of the whole class, all the basic books were distributed and Ye Qing Luo immediately returned to the counter.
Di Mo Xuan took out a stack of white paper and wrote a few simple words on it, which seemed to be something like a questionnaire.
His shimmering peach blossom eyes looked at Ye Qing Luo quietly. Di Mo Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed: "Student Ye Qing Luo who is late, and these student questionnaires, distribute them to the class."
"…" Since they were going to hand out the questionnaire, why didn't they take it out earlier and let her hand out the foundational books as well?
Was he doing it on purpose?
Ye Qing Luo suppressed her anger as she strode over and grabbed the questionnaire on the counter.
Not forgetting to turn his head to glare fiercely at Di Mo Xuan as he gave a cold snort.
With this turn of her head, Ye Qing Luo's entire body directly crashed into Di Mo Xuan's chest.
She was filled with anger, so her actions were naturally hurried and impatient.
It was as if he had hit a wall.
The survey forms in his hands flew to the ground.
"Qing Luo!"
Long Yun Zhan couldn't sit still as he immediately stood up, wanting to rush up to help Ye Qing Luo.
However, he was stopped by a hand.
It was Qiao Jin.
Long Yun Zhan frowned as his azure blue eyes stirred a whirlpool.
But he saw Qiao Jin slowly shaking his head as his peripheral vision shot towards Ye Qing Luo's direction and his dark eyes met Long Yun Zhan's eyes.
The other students couldn't tell.
How could they possibly not be able to tell?
Did Ye Qing Luo look like the kind of person who allowed herself to be trampled upon, to allow others to "disrespect" her, yet she was willing to endure it?
Don't think that Ye Qing Luo's expression was sullen, bearing a look of enduring silently.
But that pair of quick-witted eyes, when it congealed towards Supreme Mo, would overflow with a faint tender feeling …..
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