Zhang Kui and the others completely looked down on Ye Fan. In their eyes, Ye Fan was nothing more than just another trainee, moreover, one who had come here through Zhang Lu's connections, a privileged young man looking to gain some superficial training.
This judgment naturally had its basis, as Zhang Lu arrived late and brought a young man with her. What other possibility could there be besides someone getting in through the back door?
As for the laughter at the idea of Ye Fan being the instructor, it was purely sarcastic.
Zhang Kui and his group could never have imagined that their unguarded words had hit the nail on the head; Ye Fan was indeed the instructor.
Over there, Yang Shu was surrounded by several beautiful girls, blooming like flowers around her.
"Sister Yang, look, your old rival with the surname Zhang has arrived, and she even brought a cold, aloof man. It must be her old flame." One of the girls laughed coyly, her face full of teasing intent.
