The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: 523 Collective Boycott! Dismissal [1st update]

Other reserve squad members also found it strange.

But ever since they were scolded by the Second Team Leader last time, they really hadn’t dared to look down on anyone.

Even if Ying Zijin couldn’t win, standing up was a kind of spirit.

At least many people still lacked the courage.

"Old Wei, what’s with the tough talk?" Instructor Xing was puzzled, "The student is sparring with you for fun, and you’re taking it seriously?"

Wei Zixu pressed his lips tightly together and just looked at the girl: "Aren’t we starting? There’s still training to do later."

Ying Zijin nodded slightly.

She raised her hand and didn’t use any special martial arts moves, directly attacking Wei Zixu’s shoulder.

Wei Zixu sneered dismissively.

Such combat skills were amateurish at best.

But the next second, the girl’s hand had already grabbed his shoulder, and with a backhand, she executed a shoulder throw.

Wei Zixu’s head buzzed.

He hadn’t recovered yet and was already on the ground.

His shoulder was burning with pain, as if it had been dislocated.

"..."

The training ground fell silent in an instant.

"I wasn’t ready," Wei Zixu got up, his gaze fierce, "that didn’t count, let’s go again."

He had merely been distracted for a moment and Ying Zijin found an opening, that’s all.

An unearned victory, nothing to be proud of.

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow: "Fine."

However, what followed on the training ground was only the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Instructor Xing was dumbfounded and felt a chill on his body, wrapping his clothes tighter around him: "My goodness..."

The students were excited.

"Go God Ying!"

"A live version, so cool."

"Get up," Ying Zijin said, looking at Wei Zixu who had fallen again, her expression nonchalant, "I’ll let you have two moves."

Wei Zixu clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing, clearly driven to the brink of rage.

Gathering all his strength, he got up, swept his leg directly at the girl and threw a punch at the same time.

The reserve squad members recognized this movement technique; it was the set given to them by the Second Team Leader, used only within the Yi Character Team.

Its power far exceeded other combat skills.

"What’s he doing? Is he actually getting serious?"

Ning Yuze frowned at the sight, ready to intervene.

But before he could step forward, he saw the girl easily dodge Wei Zixu’s fierce moves.

Ying Zijin raised her head, calmly: "That’s two moves."

The next second, she clenched her hand into a fist and struck again.

"Bang!"

Wei Zixu was once again knocked to the ground, this time thrown five meters away.

His whole body ached.

Ning Yuze paused in his step, his gaze falling on the girl with a hint of astonishment.

He knew Wei Zixu’s skills well, they were indeed not bad.

"Looks like two moves won’t cut it," Ying Zijin declared indifferently, without a flicker in her gaze, "Get up, I’ll let you have ten moves."

To Wei Zixu, these words were an outright insult.

Enraged, he supported himself on the railing, got up, and turned away.

Ning Yuze was angry: "Wei Zixu, come back!"

They were all in their early twenties, not much older than these freshmen, all of them hot-headed.

But at the very least, they had trained for many years to be part of the Yi Character Team under the supervision of a major clan and had developed a certain sense of responsibility.

Yet he was quarreling with a female student?

Wei Zixu didn’t stop; he walked away with a cold face, limping.

"You guys, follow him," Ning Yuze said, suppressing his anger, "take him to the hospital. He was in the wrong today, note the demerit."

"Yes, Team Leader Ning."

Two instructors caught up with Wei Zixu, ignoring his resistance, and escorted him away.

Ning Yuze blew his whistle sharply, very seriously: "A promise is a promise, Company Two, Platoon Nineteen has three days off."

Yan Anhe’s smile was strained as he tried to maintain it.

The students from the other platoons were envious to no end.

That boy who had hurt his buttocks before called out to Instructor Xing: "Old Xing, can we poach God Ying to our platoon?"

"Dream on," Instructor Xing nudged him lightly with his foot, "considering the state of your behind, I’ll give you a half-day break."

The girls of Platoon Nineteen were ecstatic, surrounding Ying Zijin and cheering.

"God Ying, you’re amazing, you can even knock down an instructor."

"I’ve always found him annoying, always felt like he was deliberately targeting our God Ying, always scowling. If I could beat him, I would have slapped him myself."

"God Ying, how do you feel?"