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"Yes." Ye Qingluo responded without hesitation.

She also needs more training to strengthen the foundation of this body.

One more training session will definitely help her.

Qiao Jin nodded, and then returned to the outside of the training ground, observing the various students.

Night Qingluo has no interest in communicating with other people.

Those students were curious and scared about Ye Qingluo, and naturally they wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her without knowing her.

The night is happy to be alone, and he walks to the corner and waits for the training to begin.

"Get up and go on! Waste, the whole class is your most waste! Don't hold us back! ”

Before he could stand on his feet, there was a shrill laugh in his ears.

"Hurry up!" Someone stretched out his foot and kicked it over.

A woman's muffled snort sounded, holding back the pain and crying, sobbing in a low voice and not daring to speak.

Ye Qingluo narrowed her eyes and looked sideways.

I saw seven or eight students forming a circle next to the shelves where various weapons were placed.

Two other students were raising their legs and kicking the people who were being surrounded.

College violence, class violence is really everywhere.

"Hmm...... Don't fight, I'll run right away, I'll run right away......" The woman sobbed for a while, gasping in pain.

The voice......

Ye Qingluo's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes were fixed on those students.

Sure enough, I saw that the woman surrounded by everyone was Ni Ruopan.

She was in a mess, her hospital uniform was pulled messily, and her emaciated figure seemed to fall to the ground unsteadily in the next second.

Ni Ruopan got up, obviously also saw Ye Qingluo, was slightly stunned, and immediately lowered his head, supported his crumbling body, and ran past her.

Her steps staggered, and she struggled to run step by step.

He didn't run a few steps before he fell to the ground again.

Just now, he fell at the feet of Ye Qingluo.

Ni Ruopan's eyes were red, biting his lower lip tightly, not daring to look at Ye Qingluo.

And the seven or eight classmates, seeing Ni Ruopan fall again, came over one by one giggling.

"I'll just say that this waste can't run a few steps, waste is waste, and it can't even run two laps of the training ground."

"What do you say this kind of waste is still doing in the Demon Class, it's basically lowering our collective level!"

Ye Qingluo listened to the evil words of these people, and then looked down at Ni Ruopan with his head lowered, sobbing quietly but not daring to refute at all, and there was no feeling of boredom in his heart.

She frowned and took a few steps to the side.

Those students gathered around Ni Ruopan again, constantly taunting and insulting.

Ye Qingluo looked at Qiao Jin.

Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi both had strange expressions on their faces, as if they had long been accustomed to the students' class violence against Ni Ruopan.

No matter where it is, it is the strength that prevails, and the weak eat the strong.

The same is true of the Demon Class.

The students were so excited that some students even pulled out an iron rod from a nearby weapon rack.

The student played with the iron rod in his hand, laughed and said, "Get out of the way, this waste is no pressure and no motivation, watch me lead her to run two laps!" ”

The students laughed and took a few steps back.

Ni Ruopan turned his head in horror, tears already filled his eyes: "Don't ...... I'll run! I ran ......"

"Seeing that you are running so hard, I will urge you in the back, and I will definitely let you run two laps easily! Hahaha......" The student holding the iron rod laughed and stretched.

He played a simple stick technique, raised the iron rod and slammed it down on Ni Ruopan's body......