Zhang Lexuan had already noticed something off about Ma Xiaotao. After all, she was one of the teachers leading the team to next year's Soul Fighting Tournament.
When the main team trained, she had to supervise from the sidelines. Not only did she have to assign the main team members various training tasks, she also had to develop their teamwork and devise tactics based on the main team's lineup.
Over the past year, the two of them had spent a great deal of time together.
Normally, Ma Xiaotao kept everyone a thousand miles away. Her temper might not have made her a live volcano that erupted at the slightest spark, but she was still a violent woman no less fierce than that girl Wu Ming.
Yet, despite seeming indifferent to everything, she could not help having her attention drawn whenever she heard Ye Qing's name.
This was not the first time Zhang Lexuan had noticed Ma Xiaotao behaving this way.
So what was she doing?
Declaring war?!
Even with Zhang Lexuan's good temper, watching Ma Xiaotao's one-woman slut show had inevitably kindled a flame of anger in her heart.
Qing is mine. He's mine!!!
Ultimately, though, her personality kept her from confronting Ye Qing. Nor would she be stupid enough to play into Ma Xiaotao's hands by crying and making a scene in front of Ye Qing, creating cracks in their relationship.
Zhang Lexuan simply held Ye Qing quietly and said softly, "Qing, I missed you so much."
Ah, this gentle white moonlight!
On top of that, Ye Qing had clearly felt Zhang Lexuan unconsciously tighten her embrace considerably just now. That fragile white-moonlight quality, gentle and hurt yet saying nothing, was leagues above Ma Xiaotao's slutty behavior.
For a veteran of romance, the slut was undoubtedly more enticing, but