After bidding Chen Yun farewell, Xiong Lei immediately came looking for him and questioned Zhuang Jin. "Jinzi, you already have Miss Yun's cousin, Miss Ni Ying. How can you still act that way with Miss Yun? Not that I'm saying anything, but Jinzi, you ought to be more careful, lest you tarnish Miss Yun's reputa—"
"Xiong Lei!"
Zhuang Jin cut him off. He had already been somewhat irritated today because of Ni Ying, and now Xiong Lei had come to question him out of nowhere. Given their current relationship, he naturally would not indulge him. "First, Miss Yun and I have no relationship. Second, even if we did, what business is it of yours?"
After that, he could not be bothered to explain anything and simply turned to leave.
Xiong Lei watched Zhuang Jin's retreating back and opened his mouth. He also felt that he had been somewhat rash just now. Then he remembered that his father had sternly ordered him to come this month, apologize to Zhuang Jin, and mend their relationship.
Ah, why did I get impulsive again just now?
Yet that thought lasted only an instant before he cast it aside, the expression on his face hardening into resolve. For Miss Yun, he—Xiong Lei... had no regrets!
Zhuang Jin paid no heed to Xiong Lei's changing expressions behind him and returned to the training ground to begin today's instruction.
The martial students in the training ground had all felt somewhat disappointed when Ni Ying had not come today, but upon seeing Zhuang Jin, they quickly gathered their thoughts.
Although nothing showed on Zhuang Jin's face today—in fact, he seemed even calmer than usual—they somehow found him more frightening, like the oppressive stillness before a summer downpour. Every one of them behaved themselves.
In truth, Ni Ying's