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Chapter 32

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"You're thinking too much. I asked you to leave. Besides, am I not standing in front of you?" Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly. "First published on 12 Books."

Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Is it because of Miss Long's help that Chu Tian's people dare not do anything to you?" Then, Xuan Shao revealed a teasing smile.

Zhuo Bufan smiled helplessly and didn't explain the reason.

Just after lunch, Ma Guodong and Zhang Yang were planning to go to the cafeteria. Suddenly, they saw a passionate girl walking towards them. She was wearing a pink chiffon jacket with a white T-shirt inside. She was wearing a pair of canvas shoes under her hot pants, revealing her fair legs.

Her facial features seemed to be naturally decorated and sculpted. She looked lovely and attractive, especially her big black eyes, which were clear and clean.

"Classmate." The girl suddenly stopped Ma Guodong.

Ma Guodong and Zhang Yang showed a wretched expression and said, "Junior, do you want my phone number? I'm free tonight and I can treat you to dinner."

"No, I want to ask if Zhuo Bufan is in this class." The girl asked in a low voice. Her pretty face was blushing, showing a shy expression.

"You're here for Brother Fan?" Ma Guodong and Zhang Yang opened their eyes wide and showed a surprised expression.

"Brother Fan, in the classroom." Ma Guodong pointed to the classroom.

"Thank you." The girl nodded politely and walked into the classroom. Ma Guodong and Zhang Yang showed envy in their eyes. They were sincerely convinced by Zhuo Bufan.

Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva and said, "Brother Fan is not only in a relationship with Campus Belle Chen, but also with Miss Long. Now there is a cute girl looking for him. He is simply the king of soft rice."

"I finally know what a Casanova is like." Ma Guodong said dejectedly.

In the classroom, Zhuo Bufan was packing up his textbooks and preparing to leave. Chen Qingai sat diagonally opposite him. She got up and glanced at Zhuo Bufan. She wanted to talk to him and persuade him to show weakness to Wang Ziping to resolve the problem. Suddenly, she saw a beautiful girl appear at the door. "Tongtong, are you looking for your cousin? She's not feeling well today and asked for leave. "

Zhang Tongtong looked at Chen Qingai and said obediently, "Sister Ai, I'm not looking for my cousin. I'm looking for Brother Fan."

"Zhuo Bufan?" Chen Qingai looked at Zhuo Bufan with a complicated expression.

"Brother Fan." Zhang Tongtong walked to Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan raised his head, looked at her calmly, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Fan, thank you for saving us yesterday. Are you okay?" Zhang Tongtong's voice was as small as a mosquito.

"Brother Fan, thank you for saving us yesterday. Are you okay?" Zhang Tongtong's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

Zhang Tongtong smiled like a flower and said: "En, I still haven't thanked Brother Fan for saving me last time. Brother Fan, can I treat you to a meal?" After saying that, her pretty face showed a look of anticipation.

Zhuo Bufan nodded and said, "Okay. I'm going to have dinner. Let's go."

Chen Qingai frowned as the two of them left the classroom. Girls were sensitive and meticulous. When she saw Zhang Tongtong's shy and pretty face, her eyes were full of love. "Does Zhang Tongtong like Zhuo Bufan?"

She was lost in thought for a while when a girl walked in. "Xiao Ai, let's have dinner together." It was her best friend, Zhang Xiaoyu.

Chen Qingai nodded and told Zhang Xiaoyu about what happened. "Tongtong is your cousin. She's very innocent. You have to talk to her. Otherwise, she'll follow in my footsteps."

"Okay. I'll teach that girl well. Zhuo Bufan comes from an ordinary family. They're not suitable." Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily. In her mind, she recalled the scene of Zhuo Bufan beating up more than ten hooligans. Bufan looked mighty and imposing.

"She's even more handsome than Huang Tianyi, Bao Junkai, and Ye Zi. It's a pity that she comes from an ordinary family. Otherwise …"



In the male dormitory, Wang Ziping was sitting in his room smoking. At this time, Wang Xiong came back from outside. Behind him was a well-built male student wearing a white taekwondo uniform with black edges.

"Young Master Wang." The well-built male student standing behind respectfully greeted.

Wang Ziping glanced at Wang Xiong and said, "This is the person you found?"

"Young Master Wang, this is the president of the taekwondo club, Bao Junkai. He has a third dan taekwondo black belt. He won the third place in the city's youth taekwondo competition. It won't be a problem for him to help us take care of that kid!" Wang Xiong's face was still wrapped in bandages.

Wang Ziping narrowed his eyes and said, "That kid is quite good at fighting. Can he really do it?"

Bao Junkai smiled flatteringly and said, "Young Master Wang, don't worry. As long as the opponent isn't a professional boxer, I'll definitely cripple him."

"That's good. There's a taekwondo class this afternoon. I want you to help me teach someone a lesson. Make him look bad in front of the whole class." Wang Ziping said coldly.

"Young Master Wang, don't worry. I won't let you down." Bao Junkai nodded his head vigorously. Wang Ziping was a famous person in the school. He was the third generation of the Wang family. To be able to build a relationship with such a young master, one word from him would allow him to have a meteoric rise.

"If you help me, as long as you do a good job, you won't be lacking in benefits in the future." Wang Ziping said.

"Thank you, Young Master Wang!"



In Jin Ling High, other than cultural classes, there were also many interest classes such as taekwondo, fencing, swimming, boxing, and other extracurricular recreational classes. The taekwondo class was a major class. Regardless of grade one or two, all students could participate. As long as they passed the yellow belt, they would have enough credits to graduate.

The location of the class was the taekwondo club's practice room. There was a rectangular white cushion in the middle. Students wearing taekwondo uniforms sat cross-legged around it.

"Brother Fan." Zhang Tongtong was also here. When she saw Zhuo Bufan and Ye Xuan walking in, she quickly waved her hand and greeted them.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled Zhang Tongtong and frowned. "Don't get too close to Zhuo Bufan. It's not good for you. Besides, he's very close to Miss Long. I can tell that he's a man who wants to live off a woman."

"Brother Fan isn't that kind of person." Zhang Tongtong pouted.

Zhuo Bufan nodded at her and found a random place to sit with Ye Xuan. He didn't want to participate at first, but the class monitor, Xu Aike, said that every student had to go to class. Otherwise, their credits would be deducted.

Since Zhuo Bufan was reborn, he wanted to adapt to his current identity and spend his high school days again. So, he still came to class.

Other than Zhang Tongtong, this familiar face, Zhuo Bufan also saw Chen Qingai, Wang Ziping, and Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong was staring at him viciously. After being injured by Zhuo Bufan, he had been holding a grudge.

"Alright, everyone, get ready for class!" The teacher stood on the white cushion. "Taekwondo is the best martial art in the world, second to none."

"Taekwondo is divided into white belt, yellow belt, green belt, blue belt, red belt, and black belt. Black belt is the highest level. If you reach the fifth dan of the underworld, you can open a dojo and accept disciples."

Wang Xiong looked at Bao Junkai beside him and said in a low voice, "Do you see that guy? Later, tell him that you want to challenge him and teach him a lesson."

"I didn't ask …" Bao Junkai followed his gaze and instantly saw Zhuo Bufan sitting at the side. He was so shocked that he swallowed the rest of his words.

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