Rebirth of a wealthy and noble girl

Chapter 171 Butterfly Knife (2)
Before An Ran could answer, Zheng Fuen's unbelievable voice sounded, "No way! You saved her? Did I hear An Ran wrongly, she didn't save you? She is so powerful, she beat a group of people to the ground in a few hits .”

That skill is beyond the reach of ordinary people. If she can't handle it, how can An Ran, who doesn't even know self-defense, handle it!

A petite little girl who looked younger than both An Ran and Zheng Fuen, but Jiang Ting did not doubt the authenticity of Zheng Fuen's words, "Give it to me."

An Ran looked at the hand in front of her in puzzlement, it seemed that someone gave it to her.

"Give it to the prince." Pu Yan has been with the prince for many years, and the tacit understanding has long been cultivated. The three of them can know each other's meaning with just one look. Will it be that simple?For a person who is not simple, of course what she gives will not be that simple.

An Ran held the thing in her hand, she knew what Jiang Ting and Pu Yan meant, but she believed in Wen Jing more, or she believed in herself more, instead of handing it to Jiang Ting, she opened it by herself, a silver light flashed in front of her eyes, and there was a small box lying in it. A fine piece of metal.

"Butterfly Knife!" Xie Feng recognized the contents of the box at first glance, the light in his eyes was no less bright than that delicate metal object.

"Isn't it just an ordinary knife, but the pattern is really beautiful, and I don't know where I bought it." Zheng Fuen leaned over and looked at the butterfly knife. The blade was hidden in the blade, and the patterns on the knife were messy. But exquisite.

An Ran picked up the butterfly knife, was it for her self-defense?

"Be careful, it's easy to cut your hands." Just as An Ran was about to open the butterfly knife, Jiang Ting stopped him and took the butterfly knife.

Without blinking an eye, the butterfly knife that was still in my hand was in someone else's hands like this, has I reached the point where I can't even hold a thing steadily?An Ran looked at the things in Jiang Ting's hands, his movements must have been too fast.

With a flash of silver light, Jiang Ting moved his wrist, and the coldly glowing blade was no longer hidden in the blade. Before he could take a closer look at the butterfly knife, Jiang Ting's fingers moved, and the butterfly knife was like a flying butterfly. It flapped its wings in Jiang Ting's hands, but it couldn't be separated from the hand that was playing with it.

The flamboyant movement attracted everyone's attention, the wrist stopped, and the butterfly knife remained still obediently, just like when it was lying in the box.

"It's amazing!" Zheng Fu'en is completely obsessed, playing with the butterfly knife like this, she really admires the prince so much, she will make one someday, and blind others' eyes.

An Ran was also fascinated by watching, a dead object was jumping in Jiang Ting's hands as if it had been endowed with a disease.

"That's right, keep it for self-defense. I'll teach you how to use it when you have time." Jiang Ting handed the butterfly knife back to An Ran. He tried the knife just now, and it was really good, and the size was suitable for girls.

After receiving the butterfly knife, An Ran looked at the things Wen Jing sent, feeling a little helpless, which girl would give such a thing, even if one day she received a gun from Wen Jing, she would not be surprised, put away the butterfly knife Unexpectedly, I heard Jiang Ting's voice again.

"Don't do dangerous things alone in the future, you can come to me."

Chen Ping wiped his sweat secretly. In the past, he always reminded the people under the podium to listen to the lectures, but now, he thought, what should everyone do? The hot eyes He has heard about the most popular topic on the cloud, and the protagonist of the topic is the students of their class Z, who dare to challenge class A for the exam. Isn't this making class Z disband early? Class teacher, let him suffer some unequal treatment, but, as a teacher, I still hope that my students can complete the road that must be taken in life.

"Students, is there anything else you don't understand?" After one class, the words on the blackboard were so dense that there was no room for writing. For the two people together, as long as the two of them showed a little puzzled look, he planned to repeat the story again.

Under Chen Ping's stare, the two who were not prepared to respond shook their heads at the same time.

Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "In the future, if you don't know anything, you can ask me." As the head teacher of Class Z, he doesn't want his students to be compared by others, but these things are their private affairs, even if he wants to control them. I can't help it, I can only do what I can.

With the disappearance of Chen Ping's figure, the day's class came to an end, An Ran packed the things on the table, and was about to go to the student union later, when suddenly there was a notebook that did not belong to her.

"Here are the notes I made for your reference." Jiang Ting stood in front of An Ran's desk, looking at the person sitting there. This was the first time he had taken notes since the beginning of school, and he didn't know if she needed them.

"Thank you." Jiang Ting has always fallen asleep as soon as he touched the desk, and even took notes. He probably did it after listening to the exam competition between them and Zhang Yingyuan. It was just notes, and she did it too, so she didn't need it.

Before An Ran opened his mouth to decline the kindness, Zheng Fuen's ambiguous tone sounded, "The prince is so partial, why only give it to An Ran, I have no share."

"Your ones are here." Before he finished speaking, a notebook had already appeared on Zheng Fuen's desk.

Pu Yan's smiling face came into view, the crown prince's taking notes is surprising enough, but even Xie Feng taking notes is probably very strange, although that idiot has not yet enlightened, but the signs are not small.

Zheng Fuen opened the notebook on her desk, almost everything that was written by the teacher was recorded in it, and there was not a single punctuation mark. Isn't taking notes just to highlight the key points, but this is completely a pot of chaos.

"You wrote this? I have serious doubts about your grades." The notes were not as good as hers, and she couldn't agree with Xie Feng's claim that Pu Yan's grades were good.

Pu Yan was not angry at all when he heard the teasing words, he just shook his head, "I don't like taking notes, this is what Xie Feng did."

Unexpectedly, the owner of this notebook is someone else, Zheng Fuen glanced at the person still sitting on the seat, if it was done by that idiot, then it is normal, "Hey, thank you."

(End of this chapter)