“Good job!” Chen Xinyi who had always bickered with Zhang Shaofeng could not help giving him a big thumbs up.
“Heh heh.” The guy scratched his cropped hair in reflex at the unexpected compliment from Chen Xinyi.
He had never been praised like this by the girl before. Both of them were cousins but they were always fighting and bantering, taunting each other, since they were young.
“You… You’re really Slashing God?” Zhang Jian’s meek voice sounded as he asked Yun Jian.
Since earlier, Yun Jian had been seated at her place without looking at anyone. She had a black pen held in her hand as she twirled it leisurely.
It was when she felt everyone’s gaze scanning her that she looked up briefly and was greeted by Zhang Jian’s face that had suddenly appeared before her.
Yun Jian did not mean to hide anything. To her, she would not disclose anything people did not ask. If someone were to ask about it, she would not be holding anything back—that was unless it was something fundamental and close to her, like her rebirth.
“Mn,” she hummed softly.
The soft hum of admission, however, caused a huge ruckus in the class.
“Oh my god! What in the world? Is this for real? Our class’ Yun Jian is actually Team Monarch’s Slashing God!”
“Whoa! I have a relative boasting during Lunar New Year that he met Red Flame from Team Monarch and I was so envious during then. Who would’ve known the strongest one in Team Monarch, Slashing God, is actually in our class!”
…
As the surprised gasps and exclamations came up, the whole class was thoroughly shaken.
The class next to theirs was mystified. What happened to the class next door? Why were they making so much noise?
As for Zhang Jian, his haughty tone was long gone as he looked at Yun Jian meekly and asked her, “C-can… Can you please take me in as your disciple? I’d like to pick up some skills from you like Zhang Shaofeng, please!”
From calling Yun Jian by her full name to using the word “please”, Zhang Jian’s tone was now pleading in earnest.
Learning skills from Team Monarch’s Slashing God? The students who had been talking to Yun Jian disdainfully just now spoke up after Zhang Jian.
“Me too, me too! Yun Jian, be my master too!”
“Count me in!”
…
Instantly, the whole class was shouting as they jumped on the bandwagon.
“Shoo! Shoo! This is my master. You guys didn’t believe her ability in the beginning, she’s not taking any of you in!” Zhang Shaofeng stood up and raised his voice.
“Zhang Shaofeng, shoo—off you go! Yun Jian will be the one to decide if she’s taking us as her disciples!” a guy snapped righteously.
“I won’t.” Yun Jian’s voice cut through the peak of the class’ commotion and clamor.
When the boys in class heard her, they fell silent immediately.
“Why?” Zhang Jian insisted on asking.
“Because I don’t take in trash!” Yun Jian’s answer crushed everyone’s fantasy.
“Heh heh, that means I’m not trash!” Zhang Shaofeng almost bounced in delight when he heard what Yun Jian said.
Yun Jian did genuinely mean what she said. Zhang Shaofeng had a good physique; with training and time, he would definitely turn out successful in the future.
As for the boys in class, Yun Jian had observed them. No one could compare to Zhang Shaofeng in terms of capability. It was just that words that rolled off her tongue were curt and merciless.