In school, Hong Jiaxin was a heroine among women; there wasn't a boy who didn't fear her.
Except for Luo Yang, of course.
Luo Yang used to be no match for her, but after obtaining the "Shennong Scripture" and developing True Qi, she could only look at his back in admiration.
In the face of absolute power, all techniques were like flowery fists and embroidered legs.
Speaking of routines, Hong Jiaxin knew far too many compared to Luo Yang.
But in terms of Inner Strength, she was no match for him.
"Class President, don't get agitated. Gentlemen resolve disputes with words, not fists. If we're sitting down, you're number one; if we're standing up, I'm number one. Isn't that right?" Luo Yang said with a smile.
"You dare mock Sister with such roundabout insults, I'll not spare you!" Hong Jiaxin giggled while swinging her small fists at Luo Yang.
But there was a coffee table between them, and she couldn't reach him.
Seeing her happy warmed his heart.