C441 Scum!

After sending Little Carp away, Yang Ming, who had returned to school, held a three-feet-long sword and blocked Ye Qingyan's way on the field.

Her snow-white training clothes fluttered in the wind.

Although the street lamps were dim, they could not hide her celestial-like beauty.

Unfortunately, her face was still as stinky as a block of ice.

"What?"

Ye Qingyan stared at Yang Ming warily