Shen Yu heard this and let out a soft hiss.
Gu Xiyue took a couple of steps forward, then suddenly turned her head to Shen Yu and Lin Junya, saying, "Both of you, don’t go looking for trouble with Gu Zhiqi in the future."
At Gu Xiyue’s words, Shen Yu and Lin Junya were both momentarily stunned,
"Huh? Why?" Lin Junya asked.
Although she had never thought of provoking Gu Zhiqi on her own, she didn’t quite understand why Gu Xiyue would suddenly say this.
Shen Yu didn’t voice his question, but he also looked at Gu Xiyue with a puzzled face, waiting for her explanation.
"No reason, just don’t provoke her, lest one day I end up collecting your corpses," Gu Xiyue said emotionlessly.
"This... isn’t that a bit exaggerated?" Lin Junya said, then murmured under her breath, "No matter how arrogant Gu Zhiqi is, she wouldn’t actually kill someone, would she?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu let out a contemptuous snort, "Naive."
She looked darkly at Shen Yu, "What did you say?"
"I was complimenting you, naive," said Shen Yu nonchalantly.
In Shen Yu’s view, Lin Junya’s way of thinking was indeed too naive.
Lin Junya did not know about the existence of ancient martial artists, therefore, she also didn’t know about the ruthlessness of their conflicts.
Before the Ancient Martial Artist Management Bureau was established, the fights among ancient martial artists were far more brutal than they are now.
Even though the Ancient Martial Artist Management Bureau has been established now, the lethal conflicts among ancient martial artists still exist.
"Damn it, don’t think I can’t hear you calling me stupid," Lin Junya cursed back at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu heard this and was too lazy to argue further, continuing to walk forward.
In Class 8’s classroom, after Gu Zhiqi left, Hu Shiyu’s lackeys finally surrounded her, concerned, "Sister Yu, are you okay? Gu Zhiqi ran off."
"Go, go, to the infirmary," Hu Shiyu said with a trembling voice, the pain making it impossible for her to speak fluently.
Upon hearing this, the lackeys immediately supported Hu Shiyu and started to walk outside.
"It hurts, be gentle, carry me, carry me there." As soon as the lackey moved, Hu Shiyu screamed in pain as if she was wearing a mask of suffering.
The lackey hesitated for two seconds but then begrudgingly hoisted Hu Shiyu onto his back.
But after just two steps, he stumbled and fell.
Because Hu Shiyu was too heavy, the lackey simply couldn’t carry her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hu Shiyu endured the pain and scolded the lackey furiously.
"I, I can’t carry you," the lackey was on the verge of tears and, from the corner of his eye, he saw two other people in the classroom. The lackey finally had an idea, "Lu... Classmate Lu, Sister Yu is injured, could you please take her to the infirmary?"
After saying this, he looked pitifully at Lu Xingzhe.
Originally, Lu Xingzhe was sitting on his spot with an indifferent expression, but when he heard the lackey’s request, he lifted his gaze to look at him and Hu Shiyu.
Seeing this, Hu Shiyu quickly reigned in much of her pained expression, putting on a delicate and frail act for Lu Xingzhe, "Lu Xingzhe, could I trouble you to..."
As the grating noise of the moving chair sounded abruptly, Lu Xingzhe stood up from his spot with a cold expression.
Hu Shiyu and the lackey both brightened when they saw this.
Lu Xingzhe took big strides towards Hu Shiyu.
Seeing this, delight filled Hu Shiyu’s eyes, and her face turned shyly red. She momentarily forgot the pain and reached out towards Lu Xingzhe, "Lu Xingzhe, thank you, after you take me to the infirmary, I’ll treat you to a drink..."
Hu Shiyu hadn’t finished her sentence when the words suddenly got stuck in her throat.