Han Che brought a total of six bodyguards from the Han Family. Although they were not as formidable as the death soldiers, each was a master in their own right. However, since Gu Jiao had made her move, not a single one had reacted in time.
It was hard to say whether it was because Gu Jiao’s movements were too fast or because her aura was too strong.
Painful whimpers escaped from Han Che’s mouth.
It was only then that the few men regained their senses, exchanged glances, and, gritting their teeth, charged at Gu Jiao.
If they were six Dragon Shadow Guards, Gu Jiao might have hesitated, but this group of bodyguards stood no chance against her.
With one in each hand, using them as hammers, she quickly pounded them until they spat blood.
Han Che could only watch with wide-open eyes as his bodyguards fell to the ground easily, his pupils shrinking involuntarily!
But upon reflection, this outcome didn’t seem too unexpected.
He had practiced martial arts since childhood, and though not ranked among the top few among the sons of influential families, he was definitely not inferior; yet when Xiao Liulang attacked, he had no power to resist.
What was going on?
How could a scholar from a lower country possess such high-level martial arts?
Objectively speaking, it was true that Gu Jiao could fight, but more so, it was Han Che and his bodyguards who lacked combat experience.
After all, Han Che was merely the son of a noble family, never frequenting overly dangerous places; thus, the bodyguards his father provided were naturally not the vicious type.
If it had been the heir of the Han Family and his subordinates here, Gu Jiao would not have had such an easy time.
Gu Jiao gave Han Che another kick, causing him such pain that he nearly lost consciousness.
He couldn’t understand why someone so young could be so ruthless.
"You— Don’t— Ah—"
Don’t what?
Gu Jiao hated noisy people.
Han Che was beaten until he questioned his life choices.
Now he truly understood that Gu Jiao wasn’t lying; she did not regard the Han Family highly at all. He couldn’t comprehend where someone from a lower country got the audacity to oppose the noble families of Shang Country?
Others wouldn’t be able to kowtow fast enough!
...
Inside the Mingxin Hall of Tianqiong Academy, Mu Qingchen had been waiting for a while in his seat.
He always arrived late, each time the last one to class, a student known for arriving just in time.
Gu Jiao was the complete opposite, aside from not studying diligently. She gave her teachers due respect in other ways, never late, never missing class without reason, and never failing to turn in homework on time.
She always arrived earlier than Mu Qingchen, but today her figure was nowhere to be seen.
Her book bag had been brought over by Gu Xiaoshun and was now sitting lonely on her desk.
Mu Qingchen frowned slightly and looked toward the back door.
At that moment, Teacher Jiang came in with the "Analects of Confucius."
"Today we will be studying..."
Before Teacher Jiang could finish speaking, a dashing figure slipped in through the back door and sat beside Mu Qingchen.
She casually grabbed the book that Mu Qingchen had opened.
Teacher Jiang looked up in their direction and saw that Mu Qingchen’s desk was empty; his brow furrowed, "Mu Qingchen, where’s your book?"
The corner of Mu Qingchen’s mouth twitched.
Gu Jiao pretended and offered him the book, "Here, I’ll lend it to you. It’s a good thing I brought two."
After saying this, she unflinchingly pulled out another "Analects of Confucius" from her own book bag.
Mu Qingchen: "..."
Teacher Jiang gave Mu Qingchen a warning look and began the lesson.
Although Mu Qingchen was already accustomed to his deskmate’s shamelessness, he didn’t expect her to be this shameless. He was at a loss for words.
The classroom filled with the sound of everyone repeating after the teacher, echoing each line.
After finishing, Teacher Jiang started to explain each one in turn.
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