Max level!
The only one in the entire continent who reached the maximum level! And he was a nine-year-old kid wearing open-crotch pants... seeing through pants was unheard of.
Li Weiyi never returned.
The get out of class is over and I still haven’t seen anyone. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.
Just as he was about to go to Jingze, Zhan Zhaolin called him and said shyly, "That...handsome...I...this..."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Nan Shuai asked bluntly.
Zhan Zhaolin made a concerted effort.
"I just want to ask, is your teacher still accepting disciples? I don't mean anything else, I'm just asking, really."
"If you don't want to accept it, then forget it. I don't have to ask..." The following few hundred words were omitted. He spoke a long series of words.
He didn't give Coach Nan any chance to speak.
Nan Shuai asked, "Are you done?"
Zhan Zhaolin paused just to slow down: "Not yet."
“…”
What follows is another conversation of several hundred words.
Perhaps he had really finished speaking. Zhan Zhaolin looked at Nan Shuai with anticipation, his voice hoarse from having said so much just now.
"So, does your teacher accept it?"
“…”
After talking so much in circles, can't you just say this one key word?
Nan Shuai rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know what a closed disciple is? Everyone in this academy knows that I am the teacher's closed disciple."
"You're still telling me this?"
"Oh... I didn't notice." Zhan Zhaolin hung his head, unhappy: "My level is not low, why doesn't anyone accept me?"
"Someone is collecting it." Nan Shuai's expression was serious.
Zhan Zhaolin revived: "Really? Who wants to take me in?"
"A rag collector."
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