"All right, Sister Xiao Wu. Get some sleep first," Wang Sheng said with a helpless sigh.
Xiao Wu nodded and closed her smoky, dark-ringed rabbit eyes. Exhausted in both body and mind, she listened to the broom scraping against the ground and drifted off within minutes.
Ten or so minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Looking at the little mound of dead leaves before him, Wang Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out to his right.
"Watch my power shot! A fish leaps through the Dragon Gate!"
No sooner had the words fallen than a white ball came whistling toward Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng could not help smiling bitterly at the white ball hurtling toward him. He knew he was in for another bout of bad luck. This had happened to him several times already.
Unless he was mistaken, the ball belonged to Nuo Ya, Nuoding Academy's resident female tyrant.
Its actual target was not him, but the pile of dead leaves behind him. If he dodged, the ball would scatter the leaves every which way.
Then all the work he and Xiao Wu had put in for the better part of the day would be wasted. If he did not dodge, he would have to take the hit head-on.
For Wang Sheng, the choice was hardly difficult. Naturally, he would catch the ball, then suffer a vicious beating.
He reacted swiftly, closing both hands around the white ball and catching it.
The white ball kept struggling in his hands, but its force was far too weak to escape his grasp.
"Long time no see, Wang Sheng. You're still just as deserving of a beating."
She wore a fiery-red long dress, her blond hair piled high to reveal a beautiful