Yin Xiaoying also checked the time once and immediately came out, her foot soaring toward the shadow of a lone person.
This person moved quickly, but the entrance was too small. His basic qualities were vicious when he had been working only at the Han Ahguo Arts Integrated School for dance and wanting to be caught, but by then it was too late—Yin Xiaoying's Silver Needle was just right, and he found that he couldn't move his body at all, something he hadn't anticipated. Moreover, what was surprising here was the ambush of a coriander expert, truly a startling development.
But with that said, I was delighted to have caught a good person; it was a successful method.
Let's meet, she thought as she ran toward her colleague with the ball, leaving only the faces of two people who had yet to greet one another, hesitant to say goodbye in a rush—a loss for the person who left first.
