The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 802 - 799: Shining Brightly

"Giggs, you are a total madman!"

The beautiful face of the Demoness showed a hint of madness as she shouted.

Giggs sat back down, took a sip of red wine, and said, "Demoness, if you don’t let me teach her, I promise you’ll see grenades every day."

"You also want to take my good sister!"

The Demoness’s nails suddenly grew long, with a green shimmer flashing on them.

Whenever she displayed this state, it was the moment she was most furious.

Giggs wasn’t afraid: "In the modern world, poisoning and swordsmanship are outdated. Can any of you destroy a building single-handedly? I can."

He held up a grenade and waved it.

"Giggs! It’s not that easy for your bombs to kill a master!"

Sword Madman said defiantly, "Masters move unpredictably, coming and going without a trace. By the time you throw a grenade, they can be miles away!"

Giggs retorted nonchalantly, "I can use bomb traps."

Sword Madman said seriously, "But a master won’t fall for them."

"Then make them fall for it."

"Masters aren’t that stupid."

"With me around, all masters become stupid..."

The two debated back and forth, leaving the Demoness too frustrated to even get angry.

She turned to Luo Jingwei with a wry smile and said, "Good sister, enduring being with these two madmen must be tough for you."

Having been with them for a while, Luo Jingwei was already familiar with their styles.

Within the Nightmare Squad, it’s common to see them insult and quarrel or even start fights.

However, once they vented, the team members quickly reconciled, which was a frequent occurrence.

Initially, she thought she had arrived at a mental hospital, but as she stayed, she grew accustomed to it.

Perhaps she herself had become a bit insane too.

"Alright, stop arguing; I’ve decided to study with Sword Madman."

As soon as Luo Jingwei said this, Giggs turned his head, the half-burnt side of his face trembling slightly.

The Demoness was incredulous: "Good sister, do you not like your sister? Why choose this cold Sword Madman?"

"Demoness, stop slandering me!"

Sword Madman stopped himself as Luo Jingwei spoke up, "I’ve just liked swords since I was young and want to learn more about them."

In her heart, she thought: Little Knife keeps calling me ’master’s wife,’ with such sweet talk, how can I refuse?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A muffled voice came from the speaker next to the wall phone.

It was sudden, catching everyone off guard.

Still, they quickly understood.

God of Thieves yelled: "Dead Fatty, are you trying to scare me to death!"

"Wow, isn’t this our cute little Fatty!"

The Demoness shrugged off her negative mood, returning to her excited expression.

Sword Madman and Giggs didn’t speak, but there were now two traces of amusement in their eyes.

"Uh, Demoness, don’t be so enthusiastic, I... I can’t handle it!"

Fatty’s voice came nervously from the speaker, not as carefree as it was when talking to Qin Hao.

God of Thieves smirked: "Fatty, after this call, you’ll waste a lot of tissues tonight."

The Demoness giggled; it was well known in the team that Fatty admired her.

They always teased Fatty about this topic, making him blush each time.

"Uh, esteemed colleagues, please spare me, I’m here to deliver a message!"

What message?

The Demoness yawned and asked.

Fatty said solemnly, "The boss said, you shouldn’t just focus on having fun these days, but be prepared to fight!"

The group, previously relaxed, instantly became serious.

The lecherous smile on God of Thieves’ face disappeared, replaced by a somber look: "Evil God Association, they’re finally completing their unification of Europe, aren’t they?"

Because Germany is the headquarters of the Evil God Association, to minimize the risk of being detected by the enemy, they rarely go out, so information was usually obtained from Fatty.

Fatty said, "Soon, the boss is prepared for battle and said he might need your help in the near future."

Sword Madman drew his blade, filling the room with an icy chill.

His expression was cold as well: "I’ll use my sword to make them realize that provoking the master is a mistake!"

Giggs belched: "Looks like we can go to Huaxia and enjoy some good food again."

Having listened to them for a while, Luo Jingwei understood the enormity of the Evil God Association.

She was previously worried, but seeing the confidence of her teammates, she was relieved.

With everyone here, no matter how strong the Evil God Association is, what can they do?

Moreover, this time, she could finally be of use.

This was great.

...

Shanghai, Huaxia.

The stadium was buzzing, filled with pressure and envy.

Many athletes stood on the stage, their eyes fixed on a certain spot, faces full of envy.

What do athletes strive for their whole lives?

Isn’t it for this moment of being the center of attention?

At this moment, a Huaxia person was draped in the national flag, jogging slowly.

On the sidelines, the audience was cheering loudly, the name "Qin Hao" echoing like waves crashing to the center.

After a lap of jogging, Qin Hao stopped, rubbing his somewhat dazed ears, muttering, "The cheers seem scarier than a lion’s roar?"

A group of reporters surrounded him, along with a flock of cameramen.

After all, it was the finals, and apart from Huaxia media, there were also reporters from other countries rushing over.

"Respected Mr. Qin Hao, is this your first time competing?"

It was an Italian reporter speaking, his tone particularly peculiar.

Qin Hao smiled slightly: "Yes, it’s my first time participating. My friend, if your English isn’t good, you can ask in Italian."

"Sir, you can also speak Italian?"

The Italian reporter was stunned.

"Of course, I once lived in Rome, Italy, for a while."

Qin Hao’s smile was elegant, more charming than the taciturn Italian men, making even the reporters feel inferior.

"Stupid pig... Mr. Qin Hao, have you ever traveled to France?"

The French reporter greeted with a question, also in English.

"In fact, I have. I really like the environment in Provence, the climate is pleasant, and the scenery is beautiful, especially the flowers, which are indescribably beautiful."

After Qin Hao responded in fluent French, not only were the French reporters surprised.

Those present were all astonished.

A young athlete being so knowledgeable and experienced—how could it not pique curiosity?

So, the reporters gathered to ask questions, various languages coming at him, and Qin Hao answered each one.

In the end, someone tallied that Qin Hao had spoken a total of ten languages. Aside from a few rare languages he didn’t know, he seemed to know the languages of most major countries!