Song Jiao couldn't help but laugh out loud when she heard Xu Luoshang's words. Her laughter was filled with a bit of contempt and disdain. "Same kind? What qualifications do you have to be compared with me?"
There was a deep sarcasm in her words.
At this moment, Song Jiao truly felt that the original owner was surrounded by some strange gods. If you say that they had no problem with their brains, they seemed normal compared to normal people; but if you say that they were normal, their behavior seemed so bizarre.
"So," Song Jiao said jokingly, "you think you have some spiritual energy, but I don't, so you think there's no difference between you and me?"
Her words were filled with disdain. Suddenly, she kicked Xu Luoshang away with such force that she staggered.
A hint of cunning flashed in Song Jiao's eyes. She quickly took out her mobile phone, found the photo of Xu Luoshang she had taken before, and clicked send without hesitation.
"Come, show me the power of your so-called true love!" she said sarcastically.
Xu Luoshang was so angry that he wanted to pounce on her, but Song Jiao slapped him away with a nonchalant slap.
Her movements were swift and decisive, and the force of the slap made Xu Luoshang lose her balance instantly.
The next second, he was thrown out of the dormitory door.
Song Jiao kicked the man out of the door and closed the door with a bang, blocking out Xu Luoshang's crying and the sound of her scratching at the door.
The sound was so sharp and piercing that everyone around curiously looked out to see what was happening. However, Song Jiao just sneered and didn't care at all.
The next day, news came that Xu Luoshang was expelled from the college.
It turned out that after seeing those photos, the rich second generation beat her up in anger and then kicked her out of the college.
After hearing this, Song Jiao just smiled and said softly, "Look, hasn't the first person been dealt with?"
She walked alone in the grove of the college, enjoying the tranquility.
Suddenly, a girl's scream was heard in the distance, and the sound was getting closer and closer.
Song Jiao raised her eyes and saw Qiu Tongyu standing in front of her. His eyes were as cold as a knife, with three parts of sarcasm and four parts of indifference, as arrogant as a domineering president.
"Do you really want to get my attention?" Qiu Tongyu's voice was filled with disdain.
Song Jiao was stunned for a moment, then a hint of unruly smile appeared on her lips. "What do you want from me?" She asked sarcastically, "Is it because you are so weak that you were knocked down by a slap from me? Or is it because you are as stupid as a fool?"
Qiu Tongyu's expression darkened instantly. He smiled coldly, trying to maintain his pride. "No matter how hard you try, I won't marry you!"
Song Jiao felt that this was ridiculous. She snorted disdainfully, raised her hand suddenly, and stabbed Qiu Tongyu's eyes with lightning speed. "If your eyes are not good, forget it. Next time, your ears will be in jeopardy!"
Qiu Tongyu was caught off guard and was accurately poked in the eye by Song Jiao. He covered his eyes in pain and took a few steps back.
Just as he was about to yell angrily, he suddenly felt a huge force kicking him in the abdomen.
It was Song Jiao. She raised her foot without hesitation and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The force of this kick was so great that Qiu Tongyu flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up, but felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.
At this moment, Song Jiao's cold voice descended upon him like the god of death, "If you see me next time, it's best to stay away from me. Otherwise, I will beat you up every time I see you! Understand?"
The atmosphere in the academy suddenly became extremely lively, and all eyes were focused on one name - Song Jiao.
This name is now well-known in the academy, and her talent and strength have shocked everyone.
The mentors came out one after another, competing to win over this new leader.
The instructor of High Spiritual Class 1 took the lead. He walked up to Song Jiao with a sincere look on his face and solemnly promised: "As long as you are willing to come to High Spiritual Class 1, I guarantee that you can use the spiritual power field 24 hours a day, regardless of time or location."
As soon as he finished speaking, the instructor of High Spiritual Class 3 also squeezed forward eagerly, his eyes gleaming with desire for talent: "Song Jiao, as long as you are willing to come to High Spiritual Class 3, I promise to provide you with enough pills and spiritual power fields every day! You can also get the best resources of our class."
Everyone was scrambling for the food and the situation was out of control for a while.
These mentors who are usually high and mighty are now almost breaking their heads over a student.
Song Jiao, however, sat at the table with great interest. Facing this farce, a playful smile appeared on her face. "Have the teachers forgotten?"
She spoke slowly, a hint of teasing in her voice, "When you saw me in the office before, how did you dislike me and put me in the class with the lowest spiritual power? Why are you looking for me again now?"
They looked embarrassed and speechless.
At first, they didn't take Jiang Jinxuan seriously because of her reputation as a waste.
Who knew she was so amazing.
The principal couldn't help laughing awkwardly. He tried to smooth things over: "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! We just thought you..." However, he couldn't say the rest of the words.
Song Jiao took over the conversation. She changed to a more comfortable position and sat on the chair, with a hint of disdain in her tone: "You think I'm useless! Not worthy of those classes? Then don't go! I'm fine staying here."
"Teachers, please go back!" she continued.
One of the instructors, a tall, bearded man, glared at Song Jiao with rage. He clearly couldn't stand Song Jiao's complacent demeanor, and said in a deep, blunt voice, "Don't be so shameless! We've already given you enough respect by letting you into the class. Do you really think that just because you have some spiritual power, you can disrespect your elders and act recklessly?"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing across them. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing an uninhibited smile. The next moment, her figure flashed, instantly moving in front of the male instructor. Her speed was so fast that everyone present was stunned.
Before the male instructor could react, he felt a powerful force gripping his throat. He stared at Song Jiao with wide eyes, disbelieving. She parted her red lips and said in a cold and domineering tone, "I don't just have a little spiritual power; I have a lot! If you don't believe me, go check it out."
She paused, then slightly increased the pressure on her hands, causing the male instructor's face to instantly turn red. She continued, "How about you challenge me to a duel, life or death? You won't accuse me of bullying. In the arena, we each compete on our own abilities. It's fair, isn't it?"
"But let me make it clear first, life or death doesn't matter!"
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