My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 1291

"The king of the south of the Yangtze River has long run out of talent. Now he doesn't even dare to move his hand."

"Just like him, he still wants to chase Nalan ruoshue. I really laugh to death."

"For a long time, he has been wrapped around his arm. Maybe his arm has been wasted."

"I haven't been to the training ground for such a long time. I doubt whether he can do magic."

All kinds of gossip came from the students next to chichen. They were all despised in their eyes.

It seems that these people were inspired by chichen.

"Let's go and ignore them."

Luo Ke'er was afraid of Ye Xiong's impulse and pulled him away.

They were about to leave when suddenly the figure in front of them flashed in front of them.

"Jiangnan king, just came and left. Why don't we compete?"

Chichen blocked them, and his face showed a mocking color.

"Not interested." Ye Xiong replied coldly.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but do it here. If he kills him, he will be investigated. Instead, it's better to kill him in Dabi at that time.

"Don't you dare?" In chichen's eyes, he showed a cold and arrogant color and said, "where was the domineering king of Jiangnan in the dark forest?"

Ye Xiong was too lazy to tell him and left directly.

"Did you get the score all because of that woman? Without that woman, you can't even get into Huangcheng college. Am I right? " Chichen continues to ridicule.

Ye Xiong paused, suddenly turned around, and his eyes fell on chichen like electricity.

"Chichen, you'd better hope I don't meet you at Dabi, or you'll die ugly."

"You'd better not let me meet you, or I'll let everyone know that your so-called first is a big parallel."

"Wait and see."

"I'll wait."

After the two glared, ye Xiong turned and left.

It's useless to say more. He will use his strength to let everyone know his strength.

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You'll know soon.

On the way back, Luo Ke'er was surprised to see his cold face and frightening momentum.

Maybe he really guessed wrong. This guy is low-key, but it doesn't mean he's incompetent.

The next morning, the most grand event of Huangcheng college was held.

The freshman year of the gas refining class is finally coming.

All the students of the gas refining class were very excited, and the time to decide their fate finally came.

What is the purpose of practicing hard for a year? Isn't it to reach the top ten at the end of the year and get the foundation Dan?

This time, the big ratio was still held on the training ground as usual.

At this time, the training ground was packed with people. Except for the students of the gas refining class, almost all the foundation class and elite class came.

The students of the foundation class and the elite class all want to see what powerful people there are in this session.

A high platform has been built in the middle of the training ground, on which many instructors of the college have stood.

Dean and vice dean also rarely appear.

Next, President Buji delivered a speech, nothing more than some words of encouragement, what results and style.

After the speech, the tutors fell into each boundary to be the referee, and the game officially began.

There are two games a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. First, there are qualifiers. Pick out 80 and play the second round tomorrow.

Ye Xiong's game was on platform 10, where only a few people were watching.

On the contrary, Qianyan, Wuyuan, leicher and chichen, these popular freshmen, are surrounded by people.

This popularity, at first glance, seems that ye Xiong really has a feeling that his talents are exhausted.

"The first game, Jiangnan King vs bigano."

The judges and tutors on the field shouted.

The figure over there flashed, and a small figure flew to the stage.

Ye Xiong's figure jumped gently and fell on the field, facing the short man head-on.

"Bigano, come on."

"Bigano, come on."

"Kill this parallel product."

There were countless roars, as if ye Xiong had a deep hatred with them.

Ye Xiong frowned. He was puzzled.

Don't you just keep a low profile and don't like to associate with people? There's no reason to offend so many people!

"Jiangnan king, come on."

Off the court, a faint female voice came.

In the crowd, Rocco waved his arms and screamed loudly.

Only she, as always, supports herself.

Ye Xiong sweeps through the crowd and finds a familiar figure.

In the corner, Nalan ruoshue stood there quietly. If she wasn't the student next to her, her eyes fell on her from time to time, and ye Xiong couldn't find her.