What's your lung capacity?

  Hua Jingyan's phone suddenly vibrated, displaying an unfamiliar number.

  "Hello, Huajingyan." A bright male voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking fluent Mandarin.

  "Who are you?" Hua Jingyan was chewing gum and asked in Italian, also probing the other party.

  He had just arrived in China and knew few people with his phone number. Who was this person? He felt a sense of doubt rising in his mind.

  As soon as Hua Jingyan opened his mouth, all the girls couldn't help but hold their breath, afraid of blowing away his words. His words floated out of his sexy lips like a gentle breeze, clear and distinct, each word like a blooming flower.

  Hao Ze'an.

  Hua Jing raised an eyebrow, it must be what the outsider told him.

  His grandfather Huajinyan and Zhao Ze'an's grandfather, Director Zhao, had some connections. It was also because of Director Zhao's personal relationship with his grandfather that he was able to come to this famous aristocratic school as a problem youth like him.

  "Please put whatever is in your mouth down for now."

  Hao Ze'an's tone was very polite, very courteous, and very refined, but carried a habitual command, pinching the ear of Huajingyan.

  He was used to giving orders to others, and no one had ever dared to give him orders. Thinking of this, the chewing gum in his mouth crackled louder.

  "Entschuldigung, ich verstehe nicht, was du sagst."

  "Don't show off your language in front of me."

  Hao Ze'an's voice rose slightly, and also became colder. He used Japanese, Korean, English, French, Italian, German, and connected them with Chinese grammar.

  Although there was a word that Hua Jingyan didn't hear clearly, she could roughly guess what it meant.

  "Unless you pass all your exams at the end of the semester, don't even think about going back to Japan and fooling around."

  Hao Ze'an's arrogant attitude made Hua Jingyan extremely displeased. He was the heir to a powerful mafia family, and in Hao Ze'an's tone, he was actually being treated like a thug. In Japan and Italy, being a mafia member is also a respectable profession.

  "Don't mind, my words didn't mean anything." Sensing the anger rising in Hua Jingyan's face, Hao Ze'an chuckled and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, everyone has their own dreams. You wanting to be a gangster and me wanting to be president are the same. In front of our masters, our characters aren't any more noble than each other."

  "Thank you for reminding me, what brings you here?" Hua Jingyan replied in Italian. Not far away, a group of girls gathered together, their curious and searching eyes fixed on him.

  "Of course there's something going on, I wouldn't call you if nothing was up. So, put the chewing gum in your mouth aside for now."

  Hua Jingyan's expression was obvious, and Hao Ze'an also seemed reluctant to make the call himself. He took out a plaid handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped up the spit-out chewing gum.

  "Speak quickly, I'm busy." Hua Jingyan said faintly, his voice very low. He hastily swept a glance around the densely packed crowd, but Mei Ruo'er's figure was nowhere to be seen.

  Where did this silly girl go?

  "Ah, ah...... Let me tell you something that's both lucky and unlucky." Hao Ze'an chuckled to himself, "Teacher Ma Lingling took the wrong bus with you."

  My goddess, flowers adorned her hair with five fingers inserted into her golden red locks.

  "It's a good thing to go on a spring outing with our lovely junior schoolmates, may the Virgin Mary bless you."

  Hao Ze'an's tone is sympathetic, while Hua Jingyan reads out schadenfreude.

  Hua Jing's mouth crooked, retorting: "Thanks, my dear brother, may the Virgin bless you. It's said that the annual School Flower election is about to start, I'm really looking forward to it."

  "Everything is precious with harmony, you're new here and don't know the situation, yet you provoke me, this is extremely unwise." Hao Ze'an's upturned mouth corners hung with excitement at meeting an old opponent, his serious words also carried a habitual sneer. "I hope that in our Huamu aristocratic school, I can teach you true aristocratic culture!" Hao Ze'an counterattacked without yielding, "Don't worry, I will teach you well, and won't disappoint your grandfather's trust."

  Blood rushed into Hua Jingyan's brain, and he clenched his five fingers.

  "Alright then, I'm counting on you. However, Young Master Hao, what's your lung capacity? You can blow up a cow to such a large size."

  Hao Ze'an was not annoyed.

  Across thousands of miles, a high-voltage electricity of tens of millions of watts was generated between the two people, and even the girls around them felt a strong PK energy.

  They didn't know what Huajing Yan was saying, all they saw was Huajing Yan smiling and waving at them elegantly.

  He stood tall and slender, with one hand in his pocket, leaning lazily against the railing, his eyes sharp as a leopard's, gazing out at the distant coastline, his slightly upturned lips curled into a disdainful smile, perfect like a beautiful boy who had walked out of a comic book.

  The girls held each other's hands tightly, their eyes filled with big peach hearts.

  "He's too handsome! He's even more handsome than Hao Ze An!" Several girls couldn't control their excitement and screamed loudly.

  Got the reaction he wanted, without waiting for Hao Ze'an to speak, Hua Jingyan pressed the end key triumphantly.