C273 Physical Training What Kind of Nonsense

In the classroom, almost everyone had arrived.

Zhao Lingyin was standing at the podium. Today, she was wearing a fiery red professional attire, which made her look even more charming, and her faint makeup only served to accentuate her smooth, snow-red skin. She did not have the same watery eyes that she had when she was angered to death by Yang Gui Fei.

"Fellow students