Campus Knight's Martial Fate

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, the back of Song Chengfeng's hand, which was originally purple and swollen, actually changed back to its original state. Obediently, it is worthy of our dean's secret medicine, so effective.

"Zhiruo—" At this time, a young man in a white shirt and black trousers walked over, and a pair of big bright eyes were looking at them on his angular face.

"Yichao?" Feng Zhiruo greeted him.

Song Chengfeng also recognized it at this time, this person was Liu Yichao, the chairman of their student union, and hurriedly nodded, "Chairman Liu." "

"Did you come back so late today?" Liu Yichao walked towards Feng Zhiruo, then glanced at the back of Song Chengfeng's ointment-coated hand, raised his head again, and looked at Song Chengfeng, with a look of displeasure in his eyes.

"It's a bit troublesome to talk about cooperation with the martial arts club today," Feng Zhiruo told him, "but thanks to Chengfeng, otherwise I wouldn't be able to handle these things alone." "

"Okay, that's good," Liu Yichao glanced at Song Chengfeng and nodded, "Keep coming on, it's none of your business here, you can go back first." "

"Okay, Minister, Chairman, I'll go first. After saying goodbye to them, Song Chengfeng turned around and left.

Liu Yichao looked at him with some displeasure, Song Chengfeng could feel it, it was obvious that this Chairman Liu should have some meaning for Feng Zhiruo.

"Ahh The girl was wearing a white dress with white calf socks wrapped around her slender calves.

"Ma Yuqing?" Song Chengfeng recognized her at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

As soon as Ma Yuqing grabbed his big hand, he picked it up.

"You came back so late at night?" Song Chengfeng asked her to arrive. Looking at the phone, it is already half past eight in the evening, and the surrounding sky has already darkened, only the snack streets on both sides of the road are still brightly lit.

"The last class in the evening didn't end until after eight o'clock. Ma Yuqing said, then picked up the book and continued walking.

"Have you eaten dinner?" Song Chengfeng was also a little hungry at this time.

"Nope. Ma Yuqing said as he walked.

"Shall we eat together? Song Chengfeng asked her.

"Good. She replied.

"There's a lot of good food here. Song Chengfeng walked to the snack street on the side, looked at the dazzling signboards and said.

"I don't eat the stuff of the Central Plains. Ma Yuqing said.

"There's a lot of Northwest cuisine here, too. Song Chengfeng looked at it and walked into a Northwest beef noodle restaurant.

There was no one in the shop, because it was already past dinner time, and there were only a few middle-aged men left who were still drinking, slashing their fists and yelling at five and six.

"Two bowls of mutton knife noodles, a plate of roast mutton, and a plate of vegetarian dishes. Song Chengfeng ordered the food and sat down in the window seat.

"Okay, I'll be right away—" The answer was a little Rong girl, whose Chinese was a bit stiff, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with big eyes, two braids, and a small white round hat peculiar to the Rong people.

"It seems that there are children doing chores in Rongren's shop," Song Chengfeng said, "don't these children go to school?"

"In Xirong country, many children do not have the opportunity to go to school," Ma Yuqing said coldly, "more than ten years of Huarong war has exhausted the national strength of Xirong and displaced the people. "