"To fight or not to fight, or is it that Yuheng Class dares not accept the challenge from Shaking Light Class?"
Xin Lin, alone, stood in front of a dozen Yuheng Class students.
"Miao Yun, beat this blind fool to death."
"How dare someone from Shaking Light Class act recklessly in front of our Yuheng Class, show her some color!"
"It's true, she's as oblivious as a horse unaware of its long face or a monkey unaware of its red butt; she really thinks herself a leader."
"The leader of Shaking Light Class doesn't even qualify to carry shoes for us in Yuheng Class."
If Zhao Gang were standing here today, those people from Yuheng Class certainly wouldn't dare to talk like this.
But the one before them is not Zhao Gang; it's Xin Lin, a waste with no Spirit Root.
The students of Yuheng Class didn't take her seriously at all and only felt she was here to humiliate herself.
