You Won, Miss Xue!

Wen Yueying was successfully repulsed with just a slight movement. Even Peng Yuan didn't seem to put much effort into it. It made the other students feel sorry for her.

 

"He's definitely not the right opponent. Wen Yueying lost," commented the students who were there.

 

"Ssshhh. Don't underestimate that girl! She is a person who finds it difficult to accept defeat," whispered another student.

 

"Is that true?"

 

"Let's wait and see."

 

At that moment, Wen Yueying was squatting on the stage with a pale face. Her hand clutched her chest, which had been hit by Peng Yuan's attack. Her gaze on the young man seemed so sharp and cold.

 

"Esteemed Young Master Peng, I am not done with you yet!" Wen Yueying growled as she gritted her teeth.

 

Peng Yuan smiled casually. "Ah, it turns out that you are a person who doesn't give up easily. That's good," he replied.