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"Ye Feng?! Haha, it's really you!"

"I saw a familiar figure at the door just now. I was wondering who it was, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

Lei Jia's appearance made the atmosphere on the field very awkward.

Moreover, he spoke in a certain way. What he said just now was clearly heard by Ye Feng.

"However, I've never seen you use your fists and feet in the train. Where did you run off to at that time?"

"Hahaha, could it be that you were scared and hid?"

At this time, the other people on the field also heard the smell of gunpowder in his words and all looked over.

"If he all hid, I think none of you would be able to fight!"

Seeing Lei Jia throwing a tantrum as soon as he came over, Lin Xiaoyue's expression was the same as usual as she spoke coldly.

"Haha? Senior Sister, you can't believe that this trash is really that strong, right?"

"Actually, I'm telling you..."

"Stop, I don't want to hear it!"