I'm 175

The powerful auras of the two women made the entire conference room feel sinister.

Wang Wenxuan shivered first and stood up.

"Fuck, I'm going to eat."

"Stay here any longer and I'll freeze to death. These two crazy bitches..."

At that moment, An Xin and Zhao Qingyi turned their heads in perfect unison to look at him, their eyes identically cold.

Goosebumps instantly rose all over Wang Wenxuan, and he decisively slapped himself.

"Sorry, I've got a big fucking mouth."

"I was fucking wrong."

He cupped his hands toward the two of them, then turned and left, looking somewhat bedraggled from behind.

Luo Yun snickered. "Madman Wang's a great guy all around. Too bad he has a mouth."

"Tsk, tsk. Daring to run his mouth about even these two women. Isn't he asking to..."

Luo Yun's voice cut off abruptly.

Facing two pairs of indifferent eyes and the ice blades that had already condensed in the air, Luo Yun followed Wang Wenxuan's example and slapped himself across the mouth.

"I came out of the Reserve Corps. I'm a dumbass too."

"Please carry on, ladies."

As he spoke, Luo Yun kicked each of his three teammates, who were still foolishly watching the show. "What the fuck are you still looking at? Are you really waiting for these two crazy... beauties to kill you to shut you up?"

"Fuck, hurry up and go."

"I guarantee that if we're any later, that beast Wang Wenxuan will take all the meat."

Luo Yun's words were like a sudden revelation. Everyone in the conference room except An Xin and Zhao Qingyi rose without hesitation and rushed toward the cafeteria.

That fucking idiot Wang Wenxuan really would do something like that.

At worst, he'd just take a beating afterward.

Within mere seconds, only Zhao Qingyi and An Xin remained in the conference room, still staring at each other.

One wore a sweet smile.

The other was cold as ice.

The contrast between their auras was like an exquisite painting, utterly captivating.

"Iceberg Zhao, those boobs of yours haven't grown..."

Holding her lollipop with a beaming smile, An Xin deliberately straightened her back.

Zhao Qingyi's expression remained unchanged, as calm as ever. "I'm 175 centimeters tall..."

The air seemed to freeze for an instant. An Xin gritted her teeth. "With that cold face of yours, you'll never get married!"

"I'm 175..."

"What's so great about being tall, you cold-faced hag!"

"I'm 175..."

An Xin fled in tears.

She turned and left without the slightest hesitation. Back at school, this woman had already been more popular than her, and when they fucking came out for field experience, she'd even been assigned to a cushy place like the Dark Pavilion!

Meanwhile, An Xin had to hand out flyers in misery.

Every fucking argument, she brought up height!

Shameless, brazen!

At that moment, An Xin wished she could plaster every negative word she could think of onto Zhao Qingyi like labels.

After An Xin left, Zhao Qingyi clenched her little fists and struck a victory pose.

The iceberg on her face melted, and she cheered with delight.

But she soon gave a light cough, resumed her icy demeanor, and walked lightly out of the conference room toward the cafeteria.

If there really was no meat left, she'd be at a loss too...

But no one had noticed the camera sitting quietly in a corner of the room, concealed by a flowerpot.

"Is this... Zhao Qingyi?"

Pavilion Master Lin stared at the surveillance footage, seemingly lost in thought.

A staff member stood behind him, looking entirely used to it. "I've been in charge of the surveillance room for six months now. She's been like this ever since she came here for field experience."

Speaking of it, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry either.

Pavilion Master Lin kept picturing Zhao Qingyi's ethereal bearing, muttering as though questioning everything he knew. "Doesn't she realize... places like the Ink Pavilion and the Dark Pavilion have... lots of cameras...?"

"This girl really is adorable."

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Pavilion Master Lin gradually grew serious.

"Have you uncovered any problems lately?"

He looked at the staff member beside him as he asked.

The man shook his head helplessly. "No. Pavilion Master, aren't you worrying a little too much? Everyone who can join the Ink Pavilion has a clean background. There shouldn't be any problems."

Pavilion Master Lin frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. "I don't want to look at my own colleagues and comrades with suspicion either..."

"But..."

"There have been too many lessons paid for in blood over the years."

"Especially with this latest plan. Too much is at stake."

"Ah..."

"I'll stay here in the surveillance room with you for the next couple of days."

As he spoke, Pavilion Master Lin pulled a chair out of the corner and sat down, taking out a pile of documents and reference materials, simply turning the surveillance room into his workplace.

Still somewhat bewildered, the staff member continued watching the surveillance footage intently, not overlooking a single corner.

"Everyone, go home and get some good rest today."

"Take tomorrow off."

"Get ready for the exam the day after tomorrow."

"You're the first class of students I've ever taught, and I also hope that, in the future, you'll be the finest class I've ever taught."

"It has been my honor to spend these three years alongside you."

"The specific exam locations will be announced on the Jiangbei Province Ink Pavilion Official Account."

Letting out a long breath, Liu Qingfeng looked at the students he had painstakingly taught for three years, who were finally about to approach that somewhat elusive Dragon Gate. Even his heart stirred, reluctance to part showing in his eyes.

Over these three years, he had poured enormous effort into these students.

He had gradually transformed from a soldier into a teacher.

Perhaps he wasn't the finest teacher, but he... sincerely wished, from the bottom of his heart, for every one of these students to become a dragon.

"Goodbye, sir!"

At that moment, the students shed their usual laziness and rose together, bowing deeply toward Liu Qingfeng, their eyes full of respect.

Perhaps this teacher liked telling them the same familiar drivel every day.

Perhaps this teacher looked stern every day.

Perhaps this teacher liked scolding them whenever they caused trouble.

But...

At the very least, Liu Qingfeng truly cared about them.

That was something they couldn't forget, nor dared to forget.

Only Yu Sheng remained seated in the corner, somewhat bewildered. Looking at the sadness filling the classroom, he seemed not quite able to understand it, or even fit in.

Why... did people feel sad?

How could this emotion appear in so many people at once?

Under Sin City's rules... wasn't sadness the most unacceptable emotion a person could harbor?

It could even get someone killed.

In that hazy moment, Yu Sheng could no longer even remember what this emotion actually felt like. He only felt that everyone seemed immersed in it.

Yet he alone seemed like an outsider...

Entirely out of place.

"May this journey do justice to your three years of hard work, and to your youth!"

"May you all feel the pride of a blade honed to a keen edge when the exam ends!"

At that moment, the blue-green longsword behind Liu Qingfeng once again shone with its own colors.

A ringing sword note echoed through the classroom.

Tears filled the students' eyes. Without another word, they silently picked up their schoolbags and left this classroom they had known for so long, a place they might never return to for the rest of their lives.

"Mr. Liu..."

"Thank you..."