While waiting, Yun Zheng took out a small stool from the storage space, then sat down casually, supporting her chin with one hand, waiting for them to come up without any interest.

After sitting for a while, no one came up.

Yun Zheng felt a little thirsty, so she took out a bright red spiritual fruit from Fengxing's space. It looked plump and juicy.

She bit the spiritual fruit while looking at the people below.

Crunchy.

Old students: “…”

Would it be really okay if you didn't act nervous?

About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Xinglan climbed up with his clothes a little disheveled. When he saw Yun Zheng, he was obviously a little hurried.

He quickly pulled together his coat, which exposed one collarbone.

It seemed as if he was afraid that Yun Zheng was coveting his beauty.

Yun Zheng suddenly felt that the spiritual fruit in her hand was no longer sweet.

At this time, Feng Xinglan regained his composure and nodded slightly at her. "Excuse me, when did you successfully climb up?"

Yun Zheng took a bite of the spiritual fruit, smiled and said, "I just came up not long ago."

"I heard you are a full-time cultivator?"

"Not entirely."

"Fellow disciple Yun Zheng, if you have time, we can arrange a match."

When she heard the words 'fellow disciple Yun Zheng', she felt uncomfortable.

Let's meet up for a fight?!

Could he be trying to challenge me? Is it really okay for him to use his high-level cultivation to bully the weak?

Yun Zheng pondered for a moment, then lowered her brows and said with a hint of sadness, "I'm a weak woman like you, so I'm afraid I can't stand on the same stage with you for the time being."

Feng Xinglan's eyelids jumped. He had heard that the most violent freshman in this class was a girl named Yun Zheng.

Moreover, he had seen her name soar to the top of the leaderboard twice...

Her attainments in formation formation were also excellent, and she was also able to throw the seemingly extremely heavy rectangular iron plate with her bare hands on the stone bridge road.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he's powerless!

In terms of appearance, she is indeed delicate.

Feng Xinglan fell silent.

He seldom interacts with others. Are all the geniuses nowadays so humble?

"You've been standing the whole time. Aren't you tired? Come, let me lend you a small stool."

As Yun Zheng spoke, she took out a small stool from the storage space. This small stool could be described as 'petite and exquisite', and was only about twenty centimeters high.

"then."

Yun Zheng threw the small stool to Feng Xinglan, and he took it subconsciously.

He looked down at this petite and exquisite wooden bench and fell into deep thought.

There are such small benches in Dongzhou?

Yun Zheng looked at him and said, "Please sit down. Don't be polite. I don't charge you."

Feng Xinglan was a little hesitant. After being interrupted by her, he subconsciously put down the small stool and sat down seriously.

The stool is too small and it hurts my butt.

Feng Xinglan thought so in his heart.

Yun Zheng looked at his expressionless face and saw a hint of helplessness and unnaturalness, and his two long legs were placed somewhat awkwardly.

Yun Zheng: “…” It seemed as if she hadn’t taken his height and body shape into consideration.

He is a head and a half taller than me...

When the old students saw this magical scene, they felt like they were screwed.

Can you imagine a handsome swordsman who is cold and aloof sitting on a small and low bench, with his two long legs nowhere to put, which is inexplicably weird and funny?

"It feels strangely funny..." An old student carefully considered his words and spoke slowly.

A woman bit her lip and interrupted with a sad face, "Happiness is bullshit, my Prince Feng Xinglan, why do you have to listen to that Yun Zheng? Don't sit down, it really damages your majestic and domineering image!"

"My Prince Feng, no matter what you are like, I love you."

"Prince Feng is mine!"

“…”

Feng Xinglan's admirers argued endlessly.

On this side, before Feng Xinglan could fully adapt, another person climbed up.

The young man in black tights has regular features but a hint of evil. The light brown teardrop mole under the left corner of his eye adds a touch of charm to him. When he smiles, the young man is full of vigor and vitality, and one glance will make you fall in love with him.

"Hey, you two are really fast." Mo Jing said with a smile.

Feng Xinglan: "You are not bad either."

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "I just got here too."

Feng Xinglan turned his head and looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes. It seemed that she had said the same thing just now.

Only then did Mo Jing realize that they were both sitting on small stools.

And the small bench looks familiar.

He said, "I think I've seen this kind of small bench before."

Yun Zheng's heart tightened.

Oh no, I used this small stool before when I was with Mo Jing.

When Feng Xinglan heard Mo Jing's words, he suddenly felt that he was a little ignorant. He was originally wondering how there could be such a small and exquisite bench.

But unexpectedly, Mo Jing also knew him.

It seems that he still lacks experience.

"So you also know this kind of bench." Feng Xinglan said.

also?

Could it be that Feng Xinglan also knew about this small stool? It seemed that this small stool was quite popular, even Feng Xinglan, who was always an idiot in life, knew about it.

Just now, when he saw the small stool, Mo Jing had originally suspected that Yun Zheng was "Ayun's" sister.

Now, it has been dispelled.

"Miss Yun Zheng, can you lend me a small stool?" Mo Jing extended his hand towards Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng was originally still trembling with fear that Mo Jing would discover her identity, but suddenly she realized that the matter seemed to be resolved.

She didn't know that Mo Jing and Feng Xinglan used their imaginations to make it all right for her.

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