Just You F*cking Wait!

Xia Jinmian suddenly half-squatted in front of him. Her elbows were casually resting on her knees, and she looked a little wild.

"Are you picking it up or not?"

Ye Moqing was hot under the collar and wanted to curse and swear!

All this just to make him pick up a school bag? She worked him over in front of so many people?

No, how could this girl be so formidable?!

Ye Moqing felt that she must have taken advantage of him just now. He wanted to take revenge!

With a flip, he stood up and attacked Xia Jinmian at lightning speed.

Xia Jinmian's red lips curled up diabolically and dodged faster than Ye Moqing could imagine.

In just three moves, Ye Moqing was shocked to discover that this girl's martial arts skills were very formidable, way better than him.

He could not gain the upper hand at all!

Other than Eldest Brother, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult opponent.

Seeing that he was about to lose, Ye Moqing suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

Xia Jinmian's punch immediately paused mid-air before Ye Moqing's forehead. A few strands of his bangs were whisked by the breeze from the punch, revealing his full and smooth forehead.

Ye Moqing opened his eyes wide and stared at the little fist right before his eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

"Fine. Picking up the school bag, is it?" Ye Moqing looked at the trash can in disdain. Then, he looked at a dumbfounded classmate and gestured coldly with his chin. "Pick up the school bag!"

"I want YOU to pick it up." Xia Jinmian glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

"…" Ye Moqing gritted his teeth and cast a steely look at Xia Jinmian. "Just you f*cking wait!"

Xia Jinmian's lips curled into a smile. She turned around—pulled the chair that Ye Moqing had sat on just now to the table—and squarely took Ye Moqing's seat, exuding an aura that was not to be trifled with.

Ye Moqing was a germaphobe. He used two fingers to pick up her school bag from the trash can. When he turned around, he saw Xia Jinmian sitting in his seat.

He threw the school bag on the table and wanted to chase her away.

Xia Jinmian suddenly raised her fist to her mouth and blew it. She raised her eyebrows and asked coldly and arrogantly, "Can't take it on the chin?"

"…" Ye Moqing had never met such a violent girl before. He was foaming at the mouth with rage but unable not to retaliate.

Turning around, Ye Moqing sat down on another empty table in a bid of capitulation to Xia Jinmian.

The classroom was silent for a long time.

Nobody could not believe that Third Young Master had been worked over by the new female classmate. This was too shocking!

After a while, the sound of reading could be heard.

But there was more clamor.

"Oh my god, isn't that new classmate too awesome?"

"She actually knows martial arts. Even Third Young Master can't defeat her. She's too suave and cool!"

"Why do I feel that the new classmate is even more difficult than Third Young Master?"

"What's the background of the new student? Isn't she afraid of Third Young Master's reprisal at all?"

"Third Young Master actually admitted defeat just now. Is he sweet on this new classmate? She's so beautiful and cool…"

"…"

The class monitor—Jiang Yingying—suddenly slammed the book in her hand on the table and shouted, "No more discussions. Morning reading!"

The discussions stopped. They took out their textbooks and started reading.

Ye Moqing had taken the seat beside Xia Jinmian. He had just been humiliated and was not in the mood to sleep. Instead, he propped his head up and stared at Xia Jinmian.

He was puzzled. How could this girl possess such formidable martial arts skills at such a young age?

Ye Moqing was not one to yield; the only exception was to those who beat him at martial arts.

Xia Jinmian could feel the intense gaze from the seat beside her. She ignored him and flipped open her Chinese textbook to read.

She was very familiar with the curriculum; she had committed it to memory 10 years ago.

Looking at it again now, she found that she remembered everything.