The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss - Chapter 1947

Time passed day by day, and there was only one day left before the match.

On this day, Shen Yanxiao did not teach her students. Instead, she gave them a day off to adjust to their best state.

However, Shen Yanxiao’s thoughts were not the students’ thoughts.

After Shen Yanxiao left the martial arts arena, Zhanye and others continued to stay there.

A group of teenagers who had been carefully trained by Shen Yanxiao came to the chair she usually sat on during class.

All of them stared at the sandbags placed on the chairs.

“These are Mentor Yan Di’s sandbags?” Shile turned to look at his other companions. Shen Yanxiao had only taken off the weights on her today. They had always been curious about how heavy her sandbags were.

Shen Yanxiao’s sandbags looked smaller than Zhanye and others. Zhanye and others had asked her several times, but Shen Yanxiao just smiled and said nothing.

Now, they finally had the chance to check it.

“I’ll give it a try.” Zhanye stepped forward and reached out to pick up one of the sandbags.

When the sandbags were in his hands, Zhanye’s expression instantly became extremely dark.

“What’s wrong?” The other teenagers looked curiously at Zhanye, who had a strange expression on his face. They still had a respectful attitude towards Shen Yanxiao’s things and dared not touch them easily.

Zhanye’s mouth twitched as he put the sandbags back. He looked at his companions with a taut face and said, “Pick them up yourself.”

After that, Zhanye turned his head and walked back, silently ran to one side, tied the sandbags he had unloaded to his limbs again, and ran around the martial arts arena.

Zhanye’s strange series of actions made the other teenagers even more curious. They finally summoned up their courage and picked up Shen Yanxiao’s sandbags.

Almost at the same time, all the teenagers who had picked up Shen Yanxiao’s sandbags froze in place with ashen faces. Then, they turned around without saying a word and ran towards their sandbags. One by one, they silently tied the sandbags back and gave up on going back to rest. They continued to train in the martial arts arena.

After receiving the news that the martial arts arena was still open, Kehr rushed over and found that Shen Yanxiao had already left. However, all the students in the martial arts arena were still training hard.

Did these students want to die? They were still training?

Kehr frowned slightly. He did not see Shen Yanxiao, and he did not want to disturb the training progress of this group of teenagers. He could only slip away alone and glance at the four small sandbags on the chair. Curious, Kehr picked up one at random.

As soon as he picked one of them up, a trace of shock appeared in Kehr’s eyes.

“This… is not light.” Kehr estimated that the small sandbag in his hand weighed at least 50 kilograms, which was completely inconsistent with its size.

He carefully poked an opening with his dagger and pieces of fine iron sand slid off from the bag and to the ground.

It was pitch-black without any impurities and the entire bag was filled with heavy iron sand.

There were four sandbags like this. Together, they weighed at least 200 kilograms.

Kehr vaguely remembered that the last few times he came to see Shen Yanxiao, she had tied these four sandbags to her limbs.

“Goodness, this little girl… is really a little savage.” Even Kehr was shocked by the weight of these bags of iron sand.

Even he found it strenuous to carry 200 kilograms.