A few boys looked at Yun Qiluo with a slight hint of embarrassment on their faces, afraid that she might feel uncomfortable.
However, the young girl seemed completely unconcerned.
She looked at the tall boys in front of her, and in a cute voice asked, "Who wants to spar with me?"
One of the boys offered a sincere suggestion, "You need to learn basic moves before you can spar. You don't know anything yet..."
Yun Qiluo: "It's okay, I can do it."
The boys quickly advised:
"Better not, it's a bit dangerous."
"Yeah, yeah, don't be fooled by how cool we've been sparring, it actually hurts a lot."
They really couldn't bear to be rough with her, especially when she knew nothing.
The boys in the club were more willing to teach her first.
Yun Qiluo was puzzled, she thought she was pretty impressive.
Why didn't these people believe it?
At this moment, a senior from third year spoke up, "It's fine, if the junior wants to spar, let her. I can teach her while sparring."
