Jiang Guangrong said disappointedly, "Ah, I thought Nangong was worried that my fencing class and Dongyang language class would be deducted points by him. Apparently, I'm sticking to old rules. Ah, might as well wash up and sleep!"
Once Jiang Guangrong finished, he learned the art of playing dead from Miyamoto.
Nangong Ying was stunned. She had seen shameless people, but never someone so shameless. Jiang Guangrong was just that type of person. She didn't want to discuss anything unless she could give him some points, to make him dare to die!
Nangong Ying couldn't help but curse. However, for the sake of the Holy Dragon Order, Nangong Ying had to endure it. Luckily, she had enough points in the Death Camp. She couldn't go back and kill more people.
Nangong Ying put on a cheerful face, waved her hand, and laughed, saying, "Brother Jiang, don't worry. Let me tell you the point of this camp. I thought you were talking about sending fruits before, so I felt embarrassed."
