Not, How Are You Already Seventh-Order Middle-Level?

After deciding to spar, Leng Yuexi returned to her room to change into combat gear.

Xu Jingming waited for her in the living room. With some time to spare, he took out an SS-rank Body Tempering Art to study.

However, before he had even read a few pages, he noticed Leng Yuechan pacing back and forth through the living room, though he had no idea what she was doing.

"What's wrong? Are you itchy? Want me to scratch you?"

Xu Jingming closed the manual and asked helplessly.

Leng Yuechan, who had deliberately changed into a long dress and was swaying about in front of Xu Jingming, was instantly dumbfounded.

This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!

According to her expectations, Xu Jingming was supposed to be dazzled by her beauty.

"Don't you think I look different from before today?"

Leng Yuechan could not help asking.

She even subconsciously spun in a circle. Her skirt fluttered, revealing the pair of fair, straight, beautiful legs beneath it.

"Your style of dress has changed?"

Xu Jingming gave her a careful look and ventured a guess.

"You got it right! I thought you hadn't noticed!"

Leng Yuechan giggled, then puffed out her chest and said proudly, "Well? Don't I seem much more mature now? You can call me Senior now, right?"

Xu Jingming: "..."

So after all that, she just wanted him to call her Senior.

She should have said so earlier. She had made it impossible for him to read in peace.

"Hello, Senior," Xu Jingming called helplessly.

Compared with her older sister Leng Yuexi, Leng Yuechan, who had graduated three or four years ago, always possessed the clarity and foolishness of a college student...

"Good, good, good!"

Having gotten her wish, Leng Yuechan seemed to have gained immense satisfaction.

Her