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Chapter 211 Huo Yuhao: Are you jealous?
Chapter 212 of the high-energy chapter: Huo Yuhao: Are you jealous? Updated! Read now:
At this moment, only Huo Yuhao, Gu Yue, Na'er, and Tang Wulin remained in the virtual training field.
Shen Yi could clearly see from the outside that none of the four people intended to make a move.
Moreover, of the four of them, only Na'er showed interest in the position of class monitor.
She manipulated the magic circle on the wall, and the four people in the virtual training field felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, as if they were falling from a great height, or as if they were waking up from a dream.
When they opened their eyes again, they saw the training pod open.
The lights inside the cabin were off, and light from outside flooded in. The four people unbuckled their seatbelts and jumped out of the training cabin.
Shen Yi's gaze swept across everyone's faces before he announced, "Alright, from now on, Na'er will be the class monitor for first grade!"
Seeing that no one objected, Shen Yi announced another appointment: "Tang Wulin will serve as the class's forging committee member."
"teacher!"
Just then, a shout rang out, filled with resentment.
Then a tall figure squeezed out from the crowd, pushed aside the people in front of him, and strode to the front.
"What makes him qualified to be a forging committee member?!"
The one who stepped forward was none other than Yang Nianxia, who had previously questioned Huo Yuhao.
He was tall with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was full of resentment.
As a level three blacksmith himself, he was eyeing the position of blacksmith committee member in the class.
Moreover, he was eliminated by Tang Wulin in the training ground before.
At this moment, whether for his own goals or to vent his anger, he would naturally stand up and question it.
He glanced at Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation.
He then looked at Shen Yi and asked, his voice rising a few decibels, "Is he also a level six blacksmith?"
Shen Yi did not answer. Her gaze calmly fell on Tang Wulin, her eyes carrying a hint of anticipation.
Tang Wulin showed no anger whatsoever in the face of Yang Nianxia's questioning.
He looked at Yang Nianxia and slowly said, "Of course I'm not a level six blacksmith."
"However... I am a level five blacksmith."
Yang Nianxia's expression froze on his face. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, his pupils were contracted, and he seemed to be frozen in place.
This appearance is almost exactly the same as when they first learned that Huo Yuhao was a level six blacksmith.
The same shock, the same disbelief, the same bewilderment.
Many people couldn't help but laugh when they saw Yang Nianxia. They felt that he was too unlucky, having run into a brick wall twice.
Shen Yi looked at the stunned Yang Nianxia and asked, "Do you also want to compete for the position of forging committee member?"
Having reviewed each student's information, Shen Yi naturally knew that Yang Nianxia was a Level 3 Blacksmith.
Of the four professions, blacksmithing is the most difficult.
In previous years, a Level 3 blacksmith might actually have won the position of class blacksmith committee member.
After all, there aren't many blacksmiths among the new students, and those who can reach level three are extremely rare.
But this year, two "monsters," Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin, arrived. Yang Nianxia, a level three blacksmith, was like a firefly compared to the sun and moon in their presence, having no chance at all.
Shen Yi's question reached Yang Nianxia's ears, and his body trembled violently, his reaction as fast as if he had been electrocuted.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
His gaze swept back and forth between Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin, finally lowering his head and saying listlessly, "No... I don't want to."
Shen Yi withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him.
She glanced at the others and said, "Alright, let's proceed with the evaluation of the other class committee members!"
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"Senior!"
A sweet voice came from behind me, clear and soft, like birdsong in spring or a mountain stream.
Huo Yuhao turned around and his gaze fell on the owner of the voice.
She was a little girl wearing a white school uniform; judging from her age and clothing, she should be a freshman this year.
She had short, black hair that flowed smoothly down her face, making her small, delicate face appear even more exquisite.
Her features were small yet defined, with large eyes like two black grapes, a high nose bridge, and small lips. She was the kind of delicate little girl who could evoke a protective instinct in anyone who looked at her.
When she saw Huo Yuhao turn around, a blush instantly appeared on her face.
The redness started on her cheeks, like a ignited flame, and quickly spread to her ears, even tinging her neck with a light pink.
Her heartbeat quickened noticeably, and Huo Yuhao could hear the "thump-thump" sound clearly.
Then Huo Yuhao saw her extend her hands and hand an envelope to him.
The envelope was light pink with a small red heart-shaped sticker on it and emitted a faint fragrance.
Her movements were somewhat stiff, and her hands trembled slightly, as if the envelope weighed a ton.
She kept her head down, her chin almost touching her chest, as if she dared not look at Huo Yuhao.
The moment his fingertips touched the envelope, the little girl's body visibly trembled, as if she had been electrocuted.
"Senior, you absolutely have to watch this!"
The little girl called out shyly, then turned and ran away at an astonishing speed, as if some ferocious beast was chasing her.
Her white school uniform fluttered in the sunlight, like a startled white rabbit.
Huo Yuhao glanced at the letter in his hand. Although he hadn't opened it yet, he knew exactly what was inside.
In a world ten thousand years in the future, he is a first-year student at Shrek Academy.
Ten thousand years ago, he was already a sixth-year student at Shrek Academy.
If he hadn't insisted, with his Soul Emperor cultivation level, he would have been sent to the inner courtyard by Yan Shaozhe long ago.
Since the conclusion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament a year ago, Huo Yuhao turned the tide and won first place for his academy, and his reputation has spread throughout the continent.
That father-son showdown, those amazing performances, made everyone remember his name.
So even though his appearance can only be described as handsome, many female students already regard him as their dream lover.
The number of love letters he received that year was probably enough to fill a room.
"Oh dear, another love letter!"
A strange, sarcastic voice came from afar, and Huo Yuhao knew from the voice that it was Wang Dong.
That unique voice, that tone that was both flamboyant and playful, was something you couldn't find anywhere else in the entire academy.
He turned around and, sure enough, saw Wang Dong walking towards him from a distance.
Her light blue hair danced gently in the breeze, like a flowing cloud, shimmering with a dreamlike luster in the sunlight.
In terms of looks alone, Wang Dong was the undisputed number one in the college, so she received quite a few love letters from girls.
Unlike Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong rejected them on the spot and didn't accept a single love letter.
When Wang Dong came up to him, Huo Yuhao said with a mischievous grin, "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Dong instinctively clenched her fists, and a blush crept onto her face.
Her gaze, which had been fixed on Huo Yuhao, began to wander, and her beautiful pink-blue eyes now seemed unable to meet his gaze.
"Why...why would I be jealous!"
Her voice rose a few decibels, and anyone paying attention could easily hear the obvious guilt in her words.
Then, Wang Dong snorted in rebuttal.
Huo Yuhao, who already knew that Wang Dong was a woman, chuckled inwardly as he looked at her current appearance.
He looked at Wang Dong and said, "Of course, I get more jealous girls who send me love letters than you do."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and carried a hint of teasing.
As he spoke, Huo Yuhao stepped forward, looked down at Wang Dong's pretty face, and saw her reflection in his bright eyes.
"Otherwise..." His voice lowered, almost a whisper, "what else could it be?"