Zhu Jinfeng's gaze quickly swept past the students in the front row and landed on Ye Qingzhou in the last row of the seventh class. She turned to Zhu Hanwen and said, "Teacher, could you arrange my seat to be over there?"
Zhu Jinfeng pointed to the last row, to a seat separated by only one aisle from Ye Qingzhou. That seat happened to be empty.
Faced with this heiress from a martial arts family, what could Zhu Hanwen do? After all, Principal Zhao Dezhu had personally reminded him to take good care of her.
"Sure."
"Thank you, teacher."
"We meet again, Ye Qingzhou."
After sitting down, Zhu Jinfeng slightly raised her delicate eyebrows and greeted Ye Qingzhou with a nod, "Please take care of me in the future."
However, her tone carried some personal emotions, after all, in the Sword Fighting Competition, Zhu Jinfeng had lost terribly to Ye Qingzhou. It was the first time she was carried out of the arena.
