3253: Clever GIrl (7)

Clever GIrl (7)

The footsteps didn't stop, and went straight to Master Wang's workshop.0

They looked at one other doubtfully.

Who dared to go straight to their master's workshop? Weren't they afraid of being punished for this?

However, they quickly ignored this matter and went back to talking about the fighter jet.

Feng Wu asked, "How far are you on the research on the fighter jet?"

Mo Ziming rubbed his chin. Although he liked Feng Wu very much, he still wouldn't tell her about such a confidential matter.

Feng Wu said grumpily, "Mo Ziming, did the board you give to Master Wang represent the highest level of research you've ever done?"

Mo Ziming almost choked. He suddenly had a feeling that the success he was so proud of wasn't worth mentioning.

It had to be his imagination, right?

"Can you understand it?" Mo Ziming looked at Feng Wu suspiciously.

Before Feng Wu could say anything, she heard the sound of a teacup falling to the ground next door.

"I'd rather die than ask for his help!

"Doesn't he know what he did?"

Feng Wu and the others jumped at the sudden noise and rushed next door.

Before they got there, the voice came again.

No one knew what the other party said, but Master Wang was furious. He roared, "I remember the bet we made three years ago. Do I need you to remind me? Go back and tell him I'll die before begging him for mercy! Get lost!"

There was a furious roar, then something heavy fell to the ground.

Feng Wu was about to go to Master Wang's workshop, when Mo Ziming stopped her at the door.

Mo Ziming's originally relaxed expression was now unprecedentedly serious. There was grievance, pain, anger… All kinds of emotions were jumbled together on his face.

Feng Wu looked back and saw that the young men from Rooms 4 and 5 had come out as well. They looked indignant.

Everyone seemed to be furious.

At that moment, the footsteps that had passed by them came out of Master Wang's room.

It was a group of five people.

The leader of the group wasn't bad-looking, but the smugness on his face ruined his looks, making him look unpleasant.

The four people behind him all had their chins raised arrogantly.

When they saw Feng Wu and the five disciples outside their rooms, the group leader laughed.

"I was wondering who it was. Aren't you Master Wang's disciples?" The arrogant man glanced at Mo Ziming disdainfully. "As Master Wang's eldest disciple, what level are your inscriptions at now?"

Mo Ziming clenched his fists, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with extreme anger!

Seeing that Mo Ziming wouldn't answer, he said, "I heard you're still at Level 7."

The man even approached Mo Ziming and straightened the latter's collar. "Guess what? I'm at Level 8 already. I can't understand why they used to call you a genius. You're as foolish as your master!"

The man wanted to leave after that.

Blue veins popped on Mo Ziming's forehead.

He raised his hands, but that man quickly suppressed him.

"You're a much worse inscription master than me. You won't stand a chance."

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