"..."
Jiang Ran began to doubt his hearing for the first time.
His followers even uttered a "holy shit."
Did this girl really want to fight with Brother Ran?
Didn't they know that Brother Ran even took first place in the citywide Taekwondo competition last year?
"No way, transfer student—" Jiang Ran licked his lips, "Are you serious?"
Ying Zijin yawned, "Mhm, after the fight, I want to sleep."
His followers were silenced for the second time.
"This seems like a provocation to Brother Ran, right?"
"Be confident, remove the seems."
"Alright then." Jiang Ran laughed and tossed his school jacket to a follower, "I'll fight you, but don't cry later."
**
Three minutes later.
Jiang Ran lay on the ground, staring expressionlessly at the ceiling, suffering the first huge blow of his smooth-sailing life.
Next to him, Ying Zijin picked up her backpack from the ground, stepped over him, and walked inside.
No one dared to block her.