After Zhang Si finished speaking, Mu Jianling completely disregarded any consideration of face, her expression turning serious, and said bluntly: "Since it's left to me, whether it lives or dies is not your concern, so stop coming in front of me asking for trouble."
Zhang Si: "..."
In front of so many students, Mu Jianling, that guy, showed no consideration for my face, but how could I get mad at a barbarian? Zhang Si said with a smiling face, "With Teacher Mu watching, I'm very reassured." After saying this, Zhang Si continued in a gentle voice, "Does Teacher Mu want to spar with me? How about we set a time?"
Mu Jianling raised her hand and clenched her fist.
Creak~
Creak~
Creak~
...
"Tsk~" Mu Jianling clenched her fist so tightly it creaked. Raising an eyebrow, she said indifferently: "My defeated opponent who hasn't won against me once in 100 years is now willingly asking to spar?"
Zhang Si: "..."
Forget it.
There's nothing to discuss with a barbarian.
