A Feng, Why Aren't You Worried at All?

At the martial arts arena, after letting the students make a fuss for a while, the referee teacher shouted, "The match is over. Everyone, disperse."

The students scattered one after another.

Zhou Yishan did not leave. He grabbed Lin Feng and said, "My reputation at school has basically been ruined by you, brat.

"We can say we got acquainted through a fight. Let's be friends."

Lin Feng nodded. "Sure. If there are manuals to take, you're my good friend."

Zhou Yishan's mouth twitched. Only then did he remember that he had lost another two internal cultivation manuals.

With a bitter face, Zhou Yishan said, "I keep my word. I'll definitely bring you the cultivation techniques I lost to you."

Lin Feng slung an arm around his shoulders. "Good friend, come on. Let's go to the cafeteria. I'll treat you to a feast."

After thinking about it, Zhou Yishan said, "All right. At least I'll have the strength to take a beating after I'm full.

"When my parents find out I lost the match, I definitely won't escape a thorough beating when I get home."

Lin Feng smiled. "Then you're quite fortunate, brat."

Only then did Zhou Yishan remember that Lin Feng was not a naturally born human.

He had been created from Snow God's genes and the genes of Divine Land martial artists.

Although they called Snow God Mother, she had never raised them.

They had even less idea who their fathers were.

Zhou Yishan suddenly felt a little sorry for Lin Feng again. He put an arm around Lin Feng's shoulder and said, "Let's never gamble again.

"If you ever lack any manuals, just tell me. I'll bring them from home for you."

"Fine. Then I'm definitely making you my friend."

Zhou Yishan was somewhat speechless. Did A Feng