Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Qiao Jin squinted his eyes as he passed the wooden token and badge back to Ye Qing Luo.
Yellow Profound Ninth Grade?
This freshman really had some ability, she could actually edit the Profound Grade on the academy’s wooden token.
Even if it was Long Yun Zhan, he was not able to edit the Profound Grade on the academy’s wooden token.
At most they handed out their own wooden tokens and sealed it in the magic loop which Long Yun Zhan had set up.
That magic loop, was able to seal up the fresh information which was stored in their wooden tokens.
Over at the academy’s Elders department and instructors yard, devil class’s students Profound grades were all frozen at the Profound Grade which they had when they first entered devil’s class.
Of course, those people in the academy normally couldn’t be bothered about the change in devil class’s Profound Grades.
He didn’t say anything else and walked over to the platform stage, “Today we shall end here. Those who are to remain at the training ground to train please report over there while those who should return to your dorm, please report to the training ground at 5pm.”
The students seated below the platform were used to this and responded loudly with a “Yes”.
Hearing Qiao Jin continuing, “Ni Ruo Pan, your training from this morning has not been completed so continue training now until you finish with it.”
The students gave out a sigh as they moved their visions from Ni Ruo Pan.
Subsequently moving it onto Ye Qing Luo.
The ridicule in their eyes were apparent.
Obviously, they often ridiculed Ni Ruo Pan in this way.
That was human nature.
Once, these people had been shown the same kind of gaze by other people.
Because of that, whenever they saw anyone weaker than them, they would find a tint of comfort in their hearts.
Ni Ruo Pan bit her lower lip as her eyelids fluttered, on her palely white face flushed two pink embarrassed shades.
Her little hands grasped her dress hem as she kept rubbing it continuously.
“Alright, move out now.”
Qiao Jin gave a clap and all the students immediately stood up.
Ye Qing Luo saw what they were doing and copied their actions as she stood up too.
She heard the students saying the same thing, “Thanks for all your trouble everyone. Remember to report on time at 5pm at the training ground.”
By the time Qiao Jin got off the platform stage, the classroom had resumed its usual bustling.
As though swarms of bees which had been dispersed, students walked along in twos and threes, gossiping about Ye Qing Luo.
Ni Ruo Pan’s two hands were placed on the table top, her slender pale wrists were scarily thin that one could see her white bones popping out.
Her hair which had scattered on the side on her face had hidden half of her face.
Ye Qing Luo could still tell that her eyes were brimming with tears.
“Still not leaving?” Ye Qing Luo asked as her slender brows quietly urged.
To tell the truth, she had never cross paths with anyone who was that cowardly and loved crying, and didn’t like to befriend such people.
But this young lass’s kindness made her unable to leave her in the lurch.
Ni Ruo Pan turned her head slightly, not willing to let her see that she was crying.
She tried her hardest to make her voice sounded peaceful, sniffling as she chocked, “Nothing, I will leave in a while.”
“She wouldn’t dare to leave before us, when there is no one left in the classroom, then she will leave.” The student in the row before them sneered as he tried to get into a conversation with her.
Ni Ruo Pan’s head lowered even further.
That student scorned as he gave a pooh! sound, not turning his head back at all.
The last one to leave the classroom every single time?
She often faced such a spacious, silent classroom, didn’t Ni Ruo Pan felt lonely at all?
Must she place herself in such a lowly position?
Since young, Ye Qing Luo had always been placed on a high-end position, and she simply could not comprehend this kind of feeling.
Her eyebrows wrung, her expression sunk as she took hold of Ni Ruo Pan’s wrist, “Let’s go, to the training ground.”
Ye Qing Luo’s power was extremely strong and Ni Ruo Pan was not able to struggle free.
“Student Ye…. No….. I’ll wait, I’ll wait a while more…..” Ni Ruo Pan was forcefully pulled up as she pleaded with a low hoarse voice.
She struggled and her hair parted to reveal her face, her eyes were already filled with tears.
