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Chapter 50: I'm 175
The powerful aura emanating from the two women cast a chilling shadow over the entire conference room.
Wang Wenxuan was the first to shiver and stood up.
"Damn it, let's go eat."
"I'll freeze to death soon with these two crazy ladies…"
At that moment, An Xin and Zhao Qingyi, as if by tacit agreement, simultaneously turned their heads to look at him, their eyes equally icy.
Wang Wenxuan instantly felt a chill run down his spine and decisively slapped himself.
"Sorry, I spoke out of turn."
"My bad."
He bowed slightly to the two women, then turned and walked away, his departure somewhat awkward.
Luo Yun sneered, "Madman Wang is a decent guy overall, it's just a pity he has such a foul mouth."
"Tsk tsk, he even dares to comment on these two ladies, he's really asking for…"
Luo Yun stopped abruptly.
Facing two pairs of indifferent eyes and the ice blades already forming in the air, Luo Yun did as he had seen, and slapped himself.
"I'm from the Reserve Forces, I'm also a fool."
"Please, continue, ladies."
Saying this, Luo Yun kicked each of his three teammates who were still foolishly watching the drama: "What the hell are you still watching for? Really waiting for these two beauties to start killing?"
"Shit, let's get moving."
"I guarantee, if we're any later, Wang Wenxuan that beast will have snatched up all the food."
...
Luo Yun's words struck a chord, and everyone in the conference room, except for An Xin and Zhao Qingyi, rose without hesitation and rushed towards the cafeteria.
That big idiot Wang Wenxuan could definitely pull off such a stunt.
At worst, he'd get beaten up afterwards.
Within a few seconds, only Zhao Qingyi and An Xin were left in the conference room, still facing each other.
One with a sweet smile.
The other cold as frost.
This contrast in demeanor was like a beautiful scroll, captivating to behold.
"Zhao Qingyi, your chest isn't getting any bigger…"
An Xin teased, holding a lollipop and deliberately arching her back.
Zhao Qingyi's expression remained unchanged, still calm: "I'm 175…"
The air seemed to solidify for a moment as An Xin gritted her teeth. "With that cold face, you'll never get married!"
"I'm 175..."
"Being tall isn't everything, you frosty witch!"
"I'm 175..."
Tears streaming, An Xin turned and left without a moment's hesitation. Back in school, this woman was more popular than she was, and now, to top it off, she had been assigned to the lucrative Dark Pavilion!
There she was, miserably handing out flyers.
Every argument, she just had to bring up her height!
Shameless, utterly shameless!
Every negative term An Xin could think of seemed to stick to Zhao Qingyi like labels of disdain.
After An Xin had left, Zhao Qingyi clenched her fists, striking a victorious pose.
Her icy facade melted into joy and exuberance.
But soon, she coughed lightly and once again adopted her cold demeanor, stepping lightly as she exited the conference room and headed for the cafeteria.
If there really was no meat left, she'd be...
Unseen by anyone, a camera quietly sat in a corner of the room, concealed behind a flowerpot.
"Is this... Zhao Qingyi?" Pavilion Master Lin pondered as he watched the surveillance footage.
Behind him stood a staff member, unfazed by the scene: "I've been in charge of the surveillance room for half a year now. Ever since Zhao Qingyi came here for her training, she's always been like this."
He couldn't help but smile wryly at the thought.
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Pavilion Master Lin, picturing Zhao Qingyi's ethereal demeanor, mumbled as if doubting his own thoughts, "Doesn't she know... places like Mo Pavilion and Dark Pavilion are heavily monitored..."
"What a cute girl."
He chuckled, shaking his head, then his expression grew more serious.
"Has there been any trouble recently?" he asked the staff member beside him.
The man shook his head somewhat helplessly, "No, Pavilion Master, perhaps you're overthinking it. Everyone who joins Mo Pavilion has a clean background, there shouldn't be any issues."
Pavilion Master Lin slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes reflecting a touch of helplessness: "I don't want to cast suspicions toward my own colleagues, my comrades in arms..."
"But..."
"Over the years, there have been too many painful lessons."
"Especially with the recent plan, which involves so much."
"Sigh..."
"In the next couple of days, I'll join you in the surveillance room."
Saying this, Pavilion Master Lin pulled up a chair in the corner, took out a stack of documents and files, and made the surveillance room his temporary workspace.
Meanwhile, the staff member, looking somewhat puzzled, continued to carefully monitor the screens, not missing any detail.
...
"Everyone, go home and get some rest today."
"Tomorrow is a day off."
"Prepare for the test the day after tomorrow."
"You are the first group of students I have taught, and I hope, in the future, you will be the most outstanding group I have ever taught."
"It has been my honor to work with you all for three years."
"The specific location of the exam will be announced on the Mo Pavilion's official WeChat account in Jiangbei Province."
Taking a deep breath, even Liu Qingfeng felt a stir in his heart as he watched his students, whom he had painstakingly taught for three years, finally ready to face the elusive gateway of the loong. There was a sense of reluctance in his gaze.
These three years, he had poured a great deal of effort into these students.
From a warrior, he had gradually become a teacher.
Perhaps he wasn't the best teacher, but he... truly hoped from the bottom of his heart that each of his students would become as formidable as a loong.
"Goodbye, teacher!"
At this moment, the students, no longer lazy as before, stood up neatly and bowed deeply towards Liu Qingfeng, their eyes filled with respect.
Perhaps this teacher liked to talk about things they all knew well every day.
Perhaps this teacher always seemed very serious.
Perhaps this teacher liked to scold them when they caused trouble.
But...
At least Liu Qingfeng truly cared about them.
This, they could not forget, dared not forget.
Only Yu Sheng still seemed somewhat lost, sitting in the corner of the classroom, observing the somewhat sorrowful mood, as if not quite understanding, even unable to blend in.
Why do people feel sadness?
This emotion seemed to manifest simultaneously in so many people.
In the rules of Sin City... isn't sadness the least desired emotion in people's hearts?
It could even cost lives.
Suddenly, Yu Sheng could barely remember what this emotion felt like, only feeling that everyone around seemed to be immersed in it.
And yet, felt like an outsider...
Out of place.
"May you all not waste three years of hard work, may you live up to your youth!"
"May you all feel the pride of a sharpened sword at the moment the exam ends!"
At this moment, behind Liu Qingfeng, the azure sword once again shone with its own hue.
A sound of the sword ringing echoed continuously in the classroom.
With tears in their eyes, the students no longer spoke, but silently grabbed their backpacks and left the classroom they had known for so long, perhaps never to return in their lifetimes.
"Teacher Liu..."
"Thank you..."