Zhang Yuanqing carried the little boy back to the side of the street while glancing at the girl sprinting toward them. He clearly saw her hair standing on end as if electrified, with barely visible arcs of electricity leaping across her body.
But the moment she saw that her younger brother had been saved, her hair immediately fell flat, and the arcs dancing over her body faded away.
She really was a Lightning Mage, though she probably hadn't reached the Saint stage yet. Her combat awareness and adaptability were both pretty poor. Zhang Yuanqing watched and made his judgment.
He then began sizing up the girl's appearance. She had a lovely head of long, straight black hair and wore a private school uniform: a light-colored shirt beneath a pristine white V-neck sweater, with a black bow tied at her collar.
Below that was a pleated skirt. Her legs were straight and slender, her skin firm and taut, brimming with youthful vitality.
Her features were exceptionally delicate, with a classic oval face and slightly upturned eyes that gave her a bold, sharp beauty. Her temperament was somewhat like Jiang Jingwei's—she looked like the type with a bad temper.
The girl stopped in front of Zhang Yuanqing and snatched her brother away without a word. She nervously checked him over first, then, after confirming that he was unhurt, smacked the boy on the head, her willow brows shooting up.
"How many times have I told you? Look for cars before crossing the road! You little idiot, if your brain's no use, I'll take it out for you."
Though her tone was fierce, her voice was as crisp and sweet as an oriole's, making it easy to overlook the harshness in her words.
For every sentence she spoke, she gave him another smack