Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 286: Class violence

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"Yes." Ye Qingluo answered without hesitation.

She needs more training to consolidate the foundation of this body.

One more training is definitely helpful to her.

Qiao Jin nodded, then returned to the training ground, observing the students.

Ye Qingluo has no interest in communicating with other people.

Those students are both curious and scared about Ye Qingluo, and naturally they would not take the initiative to speak up without knowing her.

Ye Qingluo was happy alone, walked to the corner and waited for the training to begin.

"Get up and continue! Trash, the whole class is your most trash! Don't hold us back!"

Before he could stand firm, there was a harsh ridicule in his ears.

"Get up quickly!" Someone stretched his foot and kicked over.

A woman snorted, holding back the pain and crying, sobbing in a low voice, not daring to say anything.

Ye Qing squinted her eyes and looked sideways.

Seven or eight students formed a circle beside the shelf where various weapons were placed.

Two other students are raising their legs and kicking the people around them.

College violence, class violence can be seen everywhere.

"Um...Don't fight, I'll run right away, I'll run right away..." The woman choked and sucked in pain.

This voice...

Ye Qing frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the students.

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

She was embarrassed, her uniform was pulled into a mess, her figure was thin and she seemed to fall to the ground unsteadily in the next second.

Ni Ruopan got up, apparently also seeing Ye Qingluo, startled slightly, immediately lowered his head, propped up his shaky body, and ran past her.

She staggered, struggling to run step by step.

Without running a few steps, he fell to the ground again.

It happened to fall on Ye Qingluo's feet.

Ni Ruopan's eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip tightly, not daring to see Ye Qingluo.

And the seven or eight classmates, seeing Ni Ruopan fall down again, they jokingly coaxed over.

"I'll just say that this waste can't run for a few steps. Waste is waste. It can't even run on two laps of the training ground."

"What do you say that this kind of waste is still in the Devil's Class is simply to lower our collective level!"

Ye Qingluo listened to these people's bad words, and then looked down at Ni Ruopan's head down, sobbing softly, but he didn't dare to refute it. There was no depression in his heart.

She frowned and moved a few steps aside.

The students surrounded Ni Ruopan again, constantly mocking and insulting.

Ye Qingluo looked towards Qiao Jin.

Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi both have strange expressions. They seem to have long been accustomed to the students' violence against Ni Ruopan in the class.

No matter where you are, strength is in charge, and the weak eats the strong.

The same goes for the Demon Class.

The students were thrilled with mocking and insulting. Some students even drew an iron rod from the weapon rack on the side.

The student played with the iron rod in his hand, and laughed and said: "You get out of the way, this waste has no pressure and no motivation. Let me lead her two laps!"

The students roared with laughter and moved back a few steps.

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

"Looking at how hard you are running, I will urge you from behind, and I will definitely let you run through two laps easily! Hahaha..." The student holding the iron rod laughed and stretched out.

He used a simple stick technique, raising the iron rod and violently hitting Ni Ruopan...