When Mo Weiran asked this question, Qiao Qingshu and Lu Xingzhe both looked at Gu Zhiqi simultaneously, then at Mo Weiran.
Their eyes were filled with a similar hostility.
Mo Weiran: ?
Those two... look pretty dangerous.
Swallowing his saliva, he silently looked at Gu Zhiqi, seeing she didn’t answer, he cautiously asked another question, "Young Miss, are you going to teach Ancient Martial Arts?"
Gu Zhiqi: "Of course not."
She needed to review and had a whole pile of ntal thods waiting for her; she simply didn’t have the ti to teach him.
Besides, he didn’t pay.
Mo Weiran: ???
"Find soone else to teach you." After Gu Zhiqi finished speaking, she said no more and kept walking forward.
If it weren’t for the fear that he’d get himself killed and no one would repay her that fifty-five million, she wouldn’t even bother with him.
This ti, the loss was significant.
Mo Weiran, unaware of Gu Zhiqi’s thoughts, responded with a big, foolish smile, "Thank you, Young Miss, you really are my lifesaver."
**
After school in the afternoon, Mo Weiran followed Gu Zhiqi to the Gu Family, along with Lu Xingzhe and Qiao Qingshu.
When the car drove into the Gu Family Manor, Mo Weiran was utterly stunned.
Is this really the ho of Sea City’s wealthiest?
Such a huge manor, how much does it cost?
Mo Weiran couldn’t help but marvel internally, while also feeling puzzled, since the Young Miss hadn’t been kicked out of her ho, she shouldn’t be lacking money, so why does she always seem so poor?
Amid Mo Weiran’s confusion, the car stopped outside the Gu Family training ground.
"Get out of the car." Gu Zhiqi said, then was the first to disembark.
Once out of the car, Lu Xingzhe moved as if he was at his own ho, knowing the training ground better than Gu Zhiqi.
With great excitent, he cracked his knuckles, quickened his pace, and casually threw out a sentence, "It’s been so long since I worked out my body, I’ll go ahead, take your ti."
Soon, Lu Xingzhe’s figure disappeared from their view.
Seeing Lu Xingzhe walk so quickly, Mo Weiran paused for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Gu Zhiqi, "Young Miss, is Young Master Lu... also an ancient martial artist?"
Gu Zhiqi raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran understood she was confirming it.
Mo Weiran swallowed quietly again, no wonder Young Master Lu was so good at fighting.
Sea City No.1 Middle School had three major bullies: Lu Xingzhe from Class 8 of Senior Year 3, Shen Yu from Class 29, and Lin Junya.
Shen Yu and Lin Junya often fought and battled, remaining undefeated for a long ti, eventually attracting a group of followers, naturally becoming the school’s bullies.
Compared to Shen Yu and Lin Junya, Lu Xingzhe was much more low-key; as long as no one provoked him, he wouldn’t bother to care.
But whoever dared to cross him faced ruthless consequences.
He was the second young master of the City Lord’s Mansion, the school administration dared not deal with him, and offending students’ parents dared not trouble him.
As ti passed, Lu Xingzhe also beca one of the Sea City No.1 Middle School’s bullies.
As for who among Shen Yu, Lin Junya, and Lu Xingzhe was more formidable, no one knew.
As thoughts raced in his mind, they had already entered the training ground.
Upon seeing Gu Zhiqi, soone imdiately ca forward to greet, "Master Zhi, Miss Qiao."
Afterward, all along the way, people kept greeting Gu Zhiqi and Qiao Qingshu.
Gu Zhiqi and Qiao Qingshu only gave a slight nod each ti, while Mo Weiran had slightly weakened legs.
Because those people had just finished training, the Vital Energy and montum they carried hadn’t completely subsided, so Mo Weiran could feel a strong sense of oppression passing by them.
All the way, Mo Weiran almost kneeled seven or eight tis.
Finally reaching a less crowded area, Mo Weiran leaned closer to Gu Zhiqi, "Young Miss, are all those people ancient martial artists?"
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