Overlord, Love me tender (106-389)

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Chapter 293: One hundred sentences from us, cannot beat one sentence from you

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations  Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

“Go on! You definitely can finish the third round!”

“Right! Adjust your breathing and follow my breathing rhythm, let’s run together.”

Ni Ruo Pan originally had ran out of energy totally.

The heavy feeling filled her entire body, making her feel as though she was about to fall any second now, but words of encouragement from her classmates kept echoing into her ears.

This was something which she had never experienced before.

Those words of encouragement was like a warm stream, gushing in her heart.

As though something was about to break out from her body.

Amidst the hazy sweat, Ni Ruo Pan saw some students jogging right beside and behind her.

Following that were more and more students joining in.

Finally, even Qiao Jin and Yan Xiao Yi followed behind her, maintaining the same pace of her jogging.

The more tired she was, the more touched she felt.

The more touched she was, all the more she clenched onto her teeth as she advanced forward.

She couldn’t see anything else right in front of her.

The words of encouragement and cheers from her classmates repeatedly rang in her ears and mind.

That scorching energy that lingered within her body came charging at her four limbs waves after waves.

Ye Qing Luo’s eyes squinted slightly, as she started at the gang of students encouraging the jogging Ni Ruo Pan.

Her gaze seemed turbid, yet revealed her resolve.

Her footsteps were heavy and gradual but she was still stubbornly trudging forward.

Ye Qing Luo’s charming eyes rose upwards as her narrow cantus curled into a bewitching arc.

She hugged both her arms around her chest as she gazed at the resolute Ni Ruo Pan, a warm radiance slowly spread around her gaze.

“You’re really an extraordinary talent.” A voice like still water was heard from behind.

Following that was a crisp bell ring as Mo Yue Ying stood right behind Ye Qing Luo.

“She’s been here for two months and one hundred sentences from us cannot beat one sentence from you.” Mo Yue Ying’s sight was cold and aloof, as she glanced at Ni Ruo Pan indifferently, “You, are certainly filled with hope.”

Ye Qing Luo smiled lightly, “It’s not because I’m filled with hope and it’s not because I’m an extraordinary talent but it’s because you guys didn’t use the correct method.”

These people had all walked out from the label ‘waste’.

Under Long Yun Zhan’s training, they were able to achieve what they have today.

But in the deepest depths of their hearts, they were still unable to forget the humiliation that they were once labelled as waste.

Perhaps for some with an unyielding character, those with backbones would try their best to coordinate with Long Yun Zhan’s training for the sake of slapping those people back on their faces.