The homeroom teacher flew into a rage and almost smashed the table on the podium. "All of you, go tomorrow! You must snatch that table back for me! Earn back this face for me! "
Hence, the scene in front of them happened.
Year 2, Class 7, everyone moved to meet up with Zuo Xiaoduo again!
At this moment, near the window, a middle-aged man was holding a teacup and sipping tea. He looked gentle and refined. He seemed to have a good temper and a kind face.
His position was the best place to watch the fight over the table. He didn't even need to stand up. He could see everything clearly just by tilting his head.
The man's face was filled with a gentle smile. The first impression he gave was that he had a good temper and was very easy to talk to.
However, Zhao Wensheng and his classmates didn't dare to look in his direction.
This was because this person was none other than Zhao Wensheng's homeroom teacher.
He was also the person who lost his temper and almost beat his student to death yesterday!
Today, the homeroom teacher gave a strict order: The whole class was to go! They had fought with Zuo Xiaoduo before! If they couldn't win, they would all stand and eat!
As for who would go up, you all can discuss among yourselves. I don't care!
The outcome of a fight over a table between students was related to the teacher's pride.
If Zuo Xiaoduo had snatched a table from someone in the same year, the homeroom teacher wouldn't be angry.
Class 1 was originally a class of geniuses, and every student was the cream of the crop. Zuo Xiaoduo himself was the champion of the Longhu Leaderboard. Now that he had just entered the High Martial School, he hadn't started his systematic teaching yet. With his original foundation, it was normal for him to lose.
But now, it was Zuo Xiaoduo who had won against a senior!
Then, the situation would be completely different!
Obviously, this teacher felt extremely humiliated. He didn't even dare to go to the canteen where the teachers ate. It was said that when he went to eat last night, a few teachers he was familiar with were gossiping about him. He was so embarrassed that he almost committed suicide on the spot!
"Aiya, Old Tian, I heard that your student was beaten up by a freshman? Hahaha, I thought it was a joke. Why … look at your expression, is it true? Hahaha. "
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Old Tian's teaching standard is really good."
"Sigh, if my student were to be beaten up by a junior, how ashamed would I be? At the very least, I wouldn't be able to face my colleagues … Sigh, how embarrassing."
They were all old acquaintances, so they didn't have any qualms about joking around. After being in the Hidden Dragon High Martial School for so many years, their mouths were as sharp as knives, and their tongues were as sharp as blades.
Teacher Tian was already lucky that he didn't vomit blood on the spot.
"Why aren't you sitting?"
Zuo Xiaoduo looked surprised. "It's rare to have an empty seat. Why don't you sit down and eat? What are you standing there for?"
The surrounding students, as well as Meng Zhangjun, who was standing behind Zuo Xiaoduo, could not bear to watch.
Don't you have the slightest idea why she didn't want to sit?!
A pig's nose is stuck in a scallion, what are you pretending for!
Opposite.
Zhao Wensheng took a deep breath and patted the table. "Zuo Xiaoduo, there's an empty table here. Do you dare to sit?"
This was an official challenge.
Zuo Xiaoduo laughed. "Thank you, seniors, for reserving seats for us. Come, come, everyone, let's go and sit. Let's not waste our seniors' good intentions!"
As he spoke, he took the lead and sat down.
Li Chenglong, Xiang Bing, Meng Zhangjun, Zhen Piaopiao, and the others did not show any signs of weakness. They walked over one by one and sat down on the seats one by one!
In just a moment, the table of sixteen people was already full!
Even the other students in Zuo Xiaoduo's class who did not have a seat also sat next to those who had a seat!
Thirty-six people, not a single one was missing. All of them sat steadily and did not say a word.
All the spectators looked solemn. Teacher Tian, who was sitting by the window, showed a serious and admiring expression.
Not leaving, not abandoning, and going through hardships together. Just this point alone was worthy of a thumbs-up!
The attitude of the thirty-six people in the class who advanced and retreated together was undoubtedly expressed in the silence.
Many students had looks of envy on their faces as well as sighing.
Because this was something that could not be done in their class!
This also proved another point: other than Zuo Xiaoduo, the other thirty-five people were willing to bet on Zuo Xiaoduo!
If Zuo Xiaoduo won, everyone would sit down and eat together!
If Zuo Xiaoduo lost, everyone would stand and eat together!
If you win, I will accompany you in glory and wealth. If you lose, I will accompany you in your downfall!
The moment they sat down together, the thirty-six people in the class became an inseparable whole!
Seeing this scene, a boy in Zhao Wensheng's class stepped out from the crowd. This person had a smile on his face. He was tall and looked about the same height as Zuo Xiaoduo. His eyes were shining, and it was obvious that his cultivation level was higher than his peers.
He walked over slowly. Under everyone's gaze, he slammed the table and shouted in a deep voice, "This table is ours! Please, get up! "
The snatching of the table entered the process and the curtains were drawn.
Zhao Wensheng said, "Zuo Xiaoduo, this is the class monitor of the second grade, class five, Wu Qing!"
Someone said, "Oh."
The second grade class five directly sent out their class monitor. It seemed that this battle was very important and they were determined to win.
But it was no wonder. The homeroom teacher had personally come to watch. If they lost this battle, it would be very embarrassing!
After all, under the basic principle of martial arts and cultivation level, if the class monitor of class seven lost, it was equivalent to the entire class losing!
The grudge with the second grade class seven would end here, or it would extend to class four!
At the very least, after class seven, class eight, class nine, and all the other classes would have to take a detour when they saw Zuo Xiaoduo.
If they were unhappy, they could go and beat the class monitor of class seven first. Then they would have the qualifications to fight for a table with Zuo Xiaoduo!
This was the rule! The basic principle of snatching a table!
"Wu Qing? Your surname is Wu? "Zuo Xiaoduo slowly stood up.
"That's right, my surname is Wu."
Wu Qing said indifferently, "The Wu Yuntian you killed, according to seniority, is a cousin of mine. But today's matter has nothing to do with the Wu family. You can call me class monitor of class seven. You don't need to call me by my name. "
"Right now, I am only the class monitor of class seven. I represent class seven. It has nothing to do with anything else!"
Wu Qing said.
Zuo Xiaoduo laughed loudly and said, "Good, then it's settled. Since the agreement has been set, then let's begin!"
Before he finished speaking, he floated up from his seat. With a flash of starlight, he flew out of the window. Wu Qing's white robe fluttered like a large bird as he flew out.
With a loud bang, almost everyone squeezed to the window and took the best seats to watch the battle!
The second grade class seven students were all present.
The first grade class one students were all in place!
The two classes were fighting for a table!
Below, the two people had already turned into two whirlwinds, entangling each other and beginning their battle.
Two white figures were entangled in a ball, fighting fiercely on the ground downstairs, constantly emitting pitter-patter sounds of fighting and collisions.
Those with poor eyesight would not be able to tell which one was which!
Peng peng peng …
The two people exchanged dozens of punches, and for a moment, they were evenly matched. Then, they rushed forward and attacked with their fists and feet.
From the ground to five meters in the air, the battle was getting more and more intense. All that could be seen were still two white figures entangled together. It was getting harder and harder to see their figures clearly. The only feeling that the spectators had was that these two were actually evenly matched. They were evenly matched!
Even the head teacher of class seven, Teacher Tian, had a serious expression.
Zuo Xiaoduo had just entered the school less than half a month ago, and his own student had already trained bitterly in the Hidden Dragon High School for a year! Moreover, he was the top talent in the class, second to none.
It was actually a draw?
Boom!
Another palm met, and the two white figures were separated by the aftershock. They flew out like large birds, and almost at the same time …
Clang! Clang!
Two sword cries rang out at the same time. The two of them simultaneously drew their weapons as they retreated. Following that, they twisted their bodies in the air and rapidly flew back. The dazzling sword Qi was dazzling and dazzling. The whistling sound of the wind breaking was breathtaking.
Zuo Xiaoduo was on the left, and Wu Qing was on the right. The two people were moving at almost the same speed, and their long swords were shining with cold light, rushing to the sky.
A misty rain suddenly covered the battle outside the window, and a dragon's roar sounded from Wu Qing's side. The dragon-like sword aura shook its head and wagged its tail, and it was really like a swimming dragon, shining with cold light. It forcefully plunged into the misty rain, and then came out again.
Clang clang clang …
The two swords clashed continuously, and neither gave way to the other.
Then, there was a loud explosion, and the two people kicked each other while their swords were clashing!
They were still separated, and only the sword aura lingered and did not dissipate, entangling together.
Zuo Xiaoduo let out a long howl, feeling that this battle was exceptionally satisfying. A sense of pride grew in his chest, and he actually took the lead to counterattack with a loud roar.
Although Wu Qing was a member of the Wu Clan, his Cultivation was really not to be underestimated.
Zuo Xiaoduo had gone through so many accumulations, but Wu Qing's Vital Qi was actually above Zuo Xiaoduo's.
Furthermore, his battle experience was also extremely rich.
He was completely different from the opponents that Zuo Xiaoduo had encountered before!
And this Wu Qing's current Cultivation realm was really not very high. He was only at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm. However, in the situation where there were Primordial Elixir realm students in his class, he was still able to suppress everyone and firmly hold the position of class monitor. Obviously, he was also a genius!
Moreover, this person must be the kind of person who suppressed the agitation of his Vital Qi in every realm, and limited himself to breaking through!
The only thing was, how many times had this person suppressed it!?
The more Zuo Xiaoduo fought, the more comfortable he felt. It was the kind of joy of meeting a worthy opponent and meeting a talented person. The sword light in his hand flashed, and a hazy rain mist was scattered. In a trance, there were already Xiao raindrops falling!
This was … the Little Rain Sword!
He had to admit that his godfather's swordsmanship was really awesome. Other than the name of the swordsmanship, which always made Zuo Xiaoduo blush, everything else was totally awesome.
…
He was a little tired, and he couldn't finish this fight. Now, his mind was filled with the thought that there couldn't be no good people in these few clans, right?
So, he was struggling with this question …
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