1730 Lacking Money?

These two teams each consisted of five people.

In one of the teams, the five people uniformly wore a short cyan garment with a frog embroidered on the back.

In the other team, both the males and females uniformly wore bluish white clothes.

The hubbub had long chased away Qiao Mu's drowsiness. Right now, she was observing the two teams in the arena and inquired curiously, "Which one is the first place team?"

"The people in white clothes are Team Gadfly," Qi Xuanxuan answered while knitting her brows.

In other words, if they wanted to beat the competition, they must defeat this whatever Team Gadfly.

As they spoke, the two teams had already started fighting.

Qiao Mu noticed that each of these teams had their own coordinated techniques, giving her ideas as she watched with relish.

The team competition required everybody to cooperate well and was not anyone's individual performance.

Qiao Mu contemplated as she watched before turning to tell the little fatty, "Little Fatty, when it's our turn later, let's try this formation! You advance first with your defensive earth shield. Xuanxuan and I will focus on offense, while Duanmu will support from the side."

They all nodded.

While they were talking, they suddenly heard a snigger. "Oh my, isn't this our little fatty prodigy Kou Hongwen from our Kou Clan? How come you have come here? It couldn't be that you don't have money to spend so you have to fight in competitions to earn money?"

Several more mocking laughs could be heard, serving as BGM to help the person who spoke make a dig at the little fatty.

"Say, if your dad and mom were to see the young prodigy wallowing in this state, wouldn't they die of heartache?"

"What do you know? Poverty can hound even heroes to death! What's more, the young prodigy doesn't lack this bit of money at all! Hahaha."

The taunts went on without end, causing the little fatty Kou Hongwen's expression to sink. He raised his head and glared coldly at the other party with angry eyes.

All the prodigal young sirs in this party were holding folding fans to pose as refined and tasteful scholars. However, they couldn't stop peering at Qi Xuanxuan and Qiao Mu.

Seeing Qiao Mu and Qi Xuanxuan sit on either side of the little fatty, the leader of the prodigals burned in jealousy.

How come girls were still flocking to this d*mn fatty when he looked like such a bumpkin?

It was like this back in the Kou Clan too. This d*mn fatty had a pot belly, yet so many girls in the clan still liked this little fatty.

Wasn't it just that his talent stood out from the rest of them ordinary Kou Clan members?

But he was only a hillbilly from the countryside. His dad and mom were only from the branch family of the Kou Clan. Why should this pot-bellied hillbilly be able to compete with him, who was of the main bloodline, for resources and the ladies' good graces?

It was simply preposterous!

The little fatty's face flushed red. "I, what does it matter to you if I lack money or not! Kou Hongzhen, what do you want?"

"Humph, you were driven out of the Kou Clan and ordered to go back to the countryside! How dare you return to Wengka City? I have to say that you are gutsy!"

The little fatty's eyes were burning with rage. "I! I won't return if I haven't learned anything!"

"Hahaha!" A poisonous glint flitted across Kou Hongzhen's eyes. His originally rather dashing face was adorned with a contorted smile. "You think that there will still be an academy in the area that will take you?"

"It's you!!"