Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

Under the pressure of the beautiful Chu, Chu Lingfeng had to take his dude back to the academy to watch the semi-finals. The beautiful Chu also emphasized that they must bring their cheerleaders and have a majestic slogan. This arduous and solemn task naturally fell into the hands of the talented Wen Dongdong. Wen Dongdong agreed without hesitation and promised to create a slogan that would suit the beautiful Chu's wishes.

The square, the only square at this time, was packed with people. A crazy crowd gathered just to watch the match between the champion of the previous competition and the biggest dark horse of this competition.

Still relying on the four guards to clear the way, the four playboys and their bunch of lackeys easily entered the inner circle of the ring. After seeing the four playboys, the people who were squeezed aside dared not say anything and could only spit in secret.

As soon as they entered the inner circle of the ring, Chu Feiyun, who had been waiting for a long time, came over and asked impatiently: "How about it, have you thought of a slogan?" Because of the competition, Chu Feiyun was wearing a white tight warrior costume and a belt, which fully outlined her plump and exquisite body, and the four dandies' eyes popped out.

Seeing that these four guys did not answer her questions, but instead stared at her delicate body without blinking, Chu Feiyun felt ashamed and angry. She walked forward, grabbed Chu Lingfeng's ears, and twisted them 360 degrees.

"Oh... my god! My dearest sister, please have mercy on me and spare my brother!" Chu Lingfeng's mouth twitched as he felt the sharp pain in his ear. This elder sister really loved twisting people's ears.

The beautiful Chu yelled viciously: "I told you not to look around!" As she spoke, she swept her eyes fiercely across the faces of the other three playboys, scaring them so much that their faces turned pale.

Being pinched on the ears by the elder sister in public was really embarrassing. If these three guys were pinched again, the four dandies would have no chance of survival. Chu Lingfeng quickly changed the subject: "My dearest sister, don't you want to know the slogan? The third sister has already thought of it. It's definitely a classic!"

Slogan! Chu Feiyun really forgot about her unhappiness, let go of her hand, looked at Wen Dongdong, and asked impatiently: "What is it, tell me quickly!"

Wen Dongdong's two mustaches immediately stood up, and he said proudly: "Who says beautiful women are inferior to men? Beat up that muscular man, the fairy in the cloud danced gracefully, and a certain man fell on his butt."

"Hahaha" Before Wen Dongdong finished speaking, the beautiful Chu had already laughed so hard that she covered her stomach and giggled non-stop. Finally, she clapped her hands and said, "Classic, it really is a classic! I like it so much, what should I give you as a reward?"

Wen Dongdong was so happy that his writing skills were appreciated by others, especially the most beautiful girl in the academy. He waved his hands and said, "I am so happy that my work can be favored by you, how dare I ask for a reward from you!"

Chu Feiyun smiled and said, "How can that be? How about this, I'll remember your favor. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me. I won't refuse any help I can give you!"

As soon as the beautiful Chu said this, Fatty and Ouyang Zhenping looked at Wen Dongdong with envy. You know, Chu Feiyun is the favorite granddaughter of the King of Zhenbei and the most beloved niece of the current Emperor Chu. As long as she blows the wind around the Emperor Chu, it will be much more useful than doing anything else.

At the other end of the ring, Richie looked deeply at Chu Feiyun, who was chatting and laughing with the four playboys, his eyes full of love. Richie was very happy that Chu Feiyun could come to watch his game. Besides being happy, Richie still had a little doubt, that is, how could Chu Feiyun hang out with the four playboys, especially being very close to the playboy Seventh Prince. He saw clearly that Chu Feiyun pinched Chu Lingfeng's ear just now.

Accompanying Richie was Richie's sister, Li Wan, a sophomore student. Although she was not on the list of the top ten beauties of Saint Violet, it was undeniable that Li Wan was indeed a rare beauty, with a slim figure. The most eye-catching thing was her cherry lips, which made people want to get closer. Many of the male classmates around her secretly glanced at her, and their eyes were mostly on her cherry lips.

"Brother, what stage has the relationship between you and Princess Feiyun reached?" Li Wan asked with some jealousy when she saw her brother staring at Chu Feiyun opposite her.

Richie's face was somewhat gloomy when he heard this, and he said helplessly: "It's still the same, Feiyun always ignores me and seems to have no feelings for me!"

Seeing that her brother looked unhappy, Li Wan quickly comforted him, "Brother, don't worry. As long as you persevere, one day, Princess Feiyun will be moved by you!"

"I hope so!" Richie was not sure at all.

Li Wan looked at the beautiful lady Chu who was grabbing Chu Lingfeng's ear, and asked curiously, "Why is Princess Feiyun hanging out with that guy? It seems that they have a good relationship. This is strange?" Li Qi said, "I am also very puzzled. Last time I invited Feiyun out for dinner on my birthday, but she refused. She said that she had already promised the Seventh Prince to have dinner with him!"

Li Wan shook her head, then remembered something and said worriedly: "Don't worry about the Seventh Prince for now, brother, I heard that Mo Xue's strength is at least the sixth level, you have to be careful!"

Richie clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves. He already knew Mo Xue's strength. Level 7! That was the realm he had been looking forward to for a long time but could never break through. He had been stuck at the peak of level 6 for nearly a year and knew how big the gap between level 6 and level 7 was. Knowing Mo Xue's strength, Richie still dared to go on stage, not only because he was the previous champion and could not afford to flee in fear, but also because he had a backup plan.

On the other side, Mo Xue was wearing a black warrior outfit, holding a long sword, her black hair fluttering in the wind, passing by her stunning face. Mo Xue was Mo Xue, still like a winter plum, proudly independent. There were so many amazed and admiring eyes around her, but no one dared to approach her.

"when"

The bell for the semi-finals rang and the whole square began to boil.