In the various disciplines of Ancient Martial Arts, the Wood System and Yun Sen’s Green Crystal Control Technique share similarities.
Then Yun Sen guessed it and afterwards, Grandpa no longer kept it hidden. He only instructed the five of them not to tell anyone else about it.
Coming to Haicheng this time, Yun Miao had learned in advance that Grandpa might meet Miss Gu and thus fought for the role of the driver.
Yun Sen didn’t win against him.
He just didn’t expect to see the legendary Miss Gu so soon after arriving in Haicheng.
However, this Miss Gu seemed a bit smaller than he imagined.
He thought she would just appear a bit small, but he didn’t expect... she was actually young.
She wasn’t even of age yet.
A minor girl able to complete the Five Systems Heart Method?
Listening to Yun Miao’s question, Su Yunling just hummed indifferently.
Upon hearing this response, Yun Miao’s face changed slightly and his mood became a bit complex.
At this moment, Yun Miao was somewhat worried that after practicing the heart method completed by a seventeen-year-old girl, he might end up going berserk.
Seeing Yun Miao’s expression, Su Yunling more or less guessed what he was thinking.
With no change in emotion, he leaned back lazily in the back seat and said nonchalantly, "If you don’t trust it, just practice your old heart method."
"Ahem, I mean, Miss Gu really does look very young."
Doubts aside, not practicing was out of the question.
Don’t you see, after practicing the heart method given by Miss Gu, both Yun Xin and Yun Yan have already broken through to become Fifth-order Ancient Martial Artists, while he is still hovering at the peak of the Fourth-order.
If there is indeed a problem with the heart method, if someone should go berserk, it would be Yun Xin and Yun Yan first.
Unaware of Yun Miao’s thoughts, Su Yunling said, "Let’s go to Shadow Pavilion."
The little cake he promised to Tang Yichen had been given to a child, so he needed to make another batch.
Yun Miao replied and started the car.
In Class 8’s classroom, two seats were empty.
One was in the middle of the classroom, behind He Weiwei, which belonged to Hu Shiyu.
The other was at the last row next to Qiao Qingshu, the seat of Gu Zhiqi.
Outside the hallway of Class 8, Teacher Mo for the nth time came to the corridor. Seeing that Gu Zhiqi’s seat was still unoccupied, he sighed softly and once again buried his head to make a phone call.
Inside the classroom.
Qiao Qingshu, who usually just buried herself in her books, looked out the window every two minutes, her eyes tinged with worry.
She felt unsettled all morning long.
This feeling was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
The last time she felt this way was two years ago.
As the thought crossed her mind, Qiao Qingshu turned her head to glance at Gu Zhiqi’s seat.
She couldn’t help but think that something might have gone wrong again.
As soon as the thought emerged, she became increasingly uneasy.
It wasn’t just Qiao Qingshu who was feeling unsettled; on the other side, Lu Xingzhe, who usually loved to sleep as soon as class started, hadn’t slept a wink today.
Resting his head on his hand, he subtly turned his head to stare at the window facing the hallway as if trying to bore a hole through it with his gaze.
As the two periods were about to end and there was still no sign of Gu Zhiqi, nor any message from her, Lu Xingzhe’s expression carried a tinge of irritation.
He lowered his head and took out his cellphone once more, texting Gu Zhiqi, but again, there was no reply.
Lu Xingzhe became more restless, his impatience growing.
The bell signaling the end of class rang, and just as the teacher said "Class dismissed," two people rose from their seats.
They dashed out of the classroom like a gust of wind, so fast that even the teacher failed to get a clear look at them.
I wasn’t aware Class 8 had any athletes.