"Sure." Ye Qing Luo agreed without any hesitation.
She still needed more training to consolidate this body's foundation.
Another round of training would absolutely be helpful to her.
Qiao Jin nodded and returned to the training grounds, observing the other students.
Ye Qing Luo had no interest in interacting with the others.
Those students were curious and afraid of Ye Qing Luo so under the situation where they didn't understand her, they naturally wouldn't initiate a conversation.
Ye Qing Luo was happy to be alone as she walked to a corner and waited for the training to start.
"Get up and continue! Waste, you're the most waste in the entire class! Don't drag us down! "
Before she could steady herself, she heard an ear piercing mocking laughter.
"Get up quickly!" Someone stretched out his leg to kick her.
A lady's dull moan was heard, bearing with the pain and sobbing tone, not daring to make a sound.
Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes as she looked over.
She saw seven to eight students forming a circle beside the weapons rack.
There were two students who raised their legs, kicking the person who was surrounded.
School violence, class violence was really everywhere.
"Ugh …. Don't hit me, I'll run right away, I'll run right away ….." The lady kept on sobbing, drawing in cold breaths in pain.
This voice …..
Ye Qing Luo's brows creased slightly as her gaze fixed on those students.
Indeed, she saw that the lady who was surrounded by everyone, was Ni Ruo Pan.
She cut a sorry figure as her uniform was pulled into a mess and her figure was so skinny that it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to stand steadily and fall onto the ground in the next second.
Ni Ruo Pan climbed up and apparently saw Ye Qing Luo. She went into a slight daze and immediately lowered her head, supporting her tottering body as she ran past her.
Her steps were staggering as she ran step by step with great difficulty.
She hadn't run for a few steps when she fell onto the ground again.
Coincidentally, she fell right beside Ye Qing Luo's feet.
Ni Ruo Pan's eyes were red as she bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to look at Ye Qing Luo.
Whereas those seven to eight students, on seeing Ni Ruo Pan fall once again, all of them started to laugh as they walked over.
"I already said this waste can't run more than a few steps. Waste is waste, she can't even run two rounds of the training grounds."
"Why do you think this kind of trash is still in the devil class, he's basically dragging down our collective standard!"
Ye Qing Luo heard these people's malicious words and lowered her head to look at Ni Ruo Pan whose head was hung low, sobbing softly but not daring to rebuke at all, her heart felt a burst of vexation.
She frowned and took a few steps to the side.
The students gathered around Ni Ruopan again and continuously ridiculed and insulted her.
Ye Qing Luo gazed at Qiao Jin.
Qiao Jin and Yan Xiao Yi didn't seem surprised at all, as if they were already used to the students' class violence towards Ni Ruopan.
No matter where it was, strength ruled, and the weak were prey to the strong.
It was the same for the devil class.
The students taunted and cursed excitedly. Some students even pulled out a metal rod from the weapons rack at the side.
The student played with the iron rod in his hand and laughed, "Get out of the way. This trash has no motivation without pressure. Watch me lead her to run two laps!"
The students roared with laughter and took a few steps back.
Ni Ruo Pan turned her head away in fear. Her eyes were filled with tears. "No … I'll run! I'll run ….. "
"Seeing how strenuous it is for you to run, I'll supervise you from the back. I'll absolutely let you run two laps easily! Ha ha ha ….. "The student holding the iron rod laughed out loud.