Song Yan Ning smiled and nodded her head. "If you’re scared, you can go back first." She didn’t want to deal with those people, but they insisted on provoking her, so she would give them a proper lesson.
"I’ll go with you." Even though Mo Xier was scared, she didn’t want to leave Song Yan Ning alone.
Led by four girls, Song Yan Ning and Mo Xier arrived at the rooftop.
On the rooftop, more than a dozen girls were already waiting. Seeing Song Yan Ning and Mo Xier come together, several of them revealed a playful smirk.
A girl with a ponytail, looking very beautiful, walked up to Song Yan Ning. "Song Yan Ning, as long as you agree to leave First Middle School, I will let you go." Ever since Song Yan Ning arrived at First Middle School, she not only took her spot as the top beauty of the school but also stole the person she liked. How could she not hate Song Yan Ning.
"I’m not leaving," Song Yan Ning said with a smile that was not quite a smile while looking at Xiao Yue.
Xiao Yue snorted angrily. "Since you’re so ignorant, then don’t blame me for being impolite. Everyone, attack!" She waved to her followers.
"Song Yan Ning, let’s run!" Seeing Xiao Yue and the others getting serious, Mo Xier got scared and tugged at Song Yan Ning to run.
Song Yan Ning pulled Mo Xier behind her, gave her a reassuring smile, and swiftly confronted Xiao Yue and her group.
"Song Yan Ning!" Mo Xier looked worriedly at the charging Song Yan Ning and bit her lip, searching around for a stick or something similar to wield.
Spotting a baseball bat on the ground nearby, Mo Xier hurried over to pick it up.
As she grabbed the baseball bat and turned to help Song Yan Ning, she saw Song Yan Ning smiling at her while Xiao Yue and the others lay on the ground wailing.
"Thwack!" The baseball bat fell from Mo Xier’s hand, hitting her on the foot. "Ouch!" She cried out in pain and hopped up, clutching her foot.
Song Yan Ning shook her head, smiling, walked forward, and steadied Mo Xier. "Are you okay?" She suddenly found Mo Xier endearing.
"I’m fine. Did you learn kung fu?" Mo Xier looked towards Xiao Yue and her group, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. No wonder Song Yan Ning didn’t seem in a hurry; she knew kung fu.
"I’ve learned a bit," Song Yan Ning said with a smile.
"Could you teach me? I want to be able to ... like you," Mo Xier mentally counted the number of people in Xiao Yue’s group.
Song Yan Ning nodded with a smile. "When I have time, I’ll teach you."
"Mhm," Mo Xier said with a face full of anticipation.
Song Yan Ning cast a cold glance toward Xiao Yue and her group. "Next time, it won’t be this simple."
Xiao Yue and the others shrank back, frightened. They no longer dared to be arrogant in front of Song Yan Ning and just hoped she would leave quickly. They truly didn’t want to be beaten up again.
"Let’s go," Song Yan Ning said, withdrawing her gaze and pulling Mo Xier to leave.
"Song Yan Ning, who taught you martial arts?" Mo Xier, like a curious child, continued to bombard Song Yan Ning with questions all the way.
"I taught myself," Song Yan Ning replied as she saw Qin Yushen walking toward them and waved at him.
Qin Yushen approached Song Yan Ning and held her hand. "Are you okay?" He had been waiting outside for a long time without seeing her come out, so he knew something must have happened. He used Divine Sense to scan the area and found out someone was bullying her.
Song Yan Ning shook her head. "Let’s go back." It was just childish play to her, not worthy of her attention.