C1327 It will Make You Taste the Taste of Defeat
C1327 It will Make You Taste the Taste of Defeat
Zhan Yeling also tied her hair up. He took his hand away from her and casually placed it on the table. He looked free and relaxed.
However, that innate aura was invincible.
Shi Miao swept her gaze across the entire scene. She did not see Dung Fei'ao. It was strange. It was already class, why was he not here yet?
When she looked at the front again, she saw not Dung Fei'ao rushing to the classroom, but Zhan Zifeng holding a textbook and walking into the classroom.
At first, he looked quite natural. When he put the book on the desk, his eyes inadvertently saw the man sitting in the fifth row.
Zhan Zifeng's eyes fixed on Zhan Yeling.
His originally warm eyes were gradually dyed with a cold color.
Even his hand that was holding the chalk was clenched tightly, causing the chalk in his hand to break. He did not notice it.
Shi Miao noticed Zhan Zifeng's strange behavior and naturally also noticed Zhan Yeling's strange behavior.
Although he still looked carefree, the aura around him became even stronger, fierce and cold. The surrounding air froze because of his suddenly cold black eyes.
Zhan Yeling and Zhan Zifeng's eyes exchanged fire in the air, and the light of swords and blades flashed.
Shi Miao could even smell the smell of gunpowder in the air.
She was full of doubt. Could it be that these two really knew each other? Could it be that they were brothers?
Or were they brothers who had turned against each other? Otherwise, why would the atmosphere be so tense when they met?
"Teacher Zhan, it's time for class..." One of the students reminded him in a weak voice.
Zhan Zifeng and Zhan Yeling only retracted their gazes when they exchanged fire.
His heart was in turmoil, and his anger had turned into a fire. Zhan Zifeng tried his best to endure it and keep himself calm.
He tried his best to blend into the classroom and start teaching his classmates.
Shi Miao turned around to look at Zhan Yeling, who was beside her. She saw that his dark eyes were still cold and his handsome face was tense.
The aura around him was even colder.
It made Shi Miao not dare to speak to him anymore.
In the classroom, Zhan Zifeng's condition was obviously not good. He had lectured wrongly several times. When he realized that he had lectured incorrectly, he had already lectured half of the lesson. He had once again overturned his lessons and started from the beginning.
The students also realized that Zhan Zifeng was not in a good state, but they did not dare to speak.
The lesson ended in a strange atmosphere.
The students all left the classroom.
Zhan Zifeng did not leave, and Zhan Yeling did not have any intention of standing up either.
The two of them stared at each other from afar, their eyes filled with flames of war.
Shi Miao smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air. She awkwardly pulled the corner of her mouth and broke the awkwardness.
"Yeling, I still have to rush to the next class. Let's go."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to hold Zhan Yeling's hand and wanted to take him away.
Shi Miao originally had a good impression of Zhan Zifeng. However, after school yesterday, Zhan Zifeng suddenly showed a fierce and inhumane side. Shi Miao was very cautious of him and did not treat him well.
She felt that Zhan Zifeng only had talent in design, and that he was too bad.
He was not worthy of being a teacher.
Zhan Yeling did not say anything, and was led away by Shi Miao.
Because the back door of the classroom was closed, they could only walk through the front door.
And the door in front of them had to pass by Zhan Zifeng's side.
When Shi Miao brought Zhan Yeling past Zhan Zifeng, Zhan Zifeng suddenly spoke. He was no longer as gentle as before. His voice even had a hint of viciousness. "Zhan Yeling, sooner or later, you will taste defeat!"