Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1083

"Jenson," the martial arts instructor called out to Jenson suddenly.

Jenson turned around.

The instructor said, "You've never participated in any arena competition and that isn't going to help you improve your martial arts skills. Whitney is leaving the martial arts class today. Would you like to compete with her? If you miss out on this opportunity, you may never meet another formidable opponent like her again."

Jenson's feather-light gaze fell on Whitney. Whitney was still sitting on the boy's back. Seeing that Jenson was staring at her, she felt as though a spring had bounced her into the air.

She did not know what kind of girls Jenson liked back then. All she knew was that she needed to protect him, talk to him, and make him happy.

Now, she knew. Even though Jenson was still young, he had a heart that was more old-fashioned than outdated men.

He liked gentle girls who were demure and refined.

Whitney decided to transform herself into the kind of woman Jenson liked.

Knowing that Jenson was a reticent man who disliked fighting, Whitney did not want to put him in a difficult position. Hence, she helped him out of the awkward situation and said with a smile, "I don't think it's necessary for Lil' Jens to compete with me, Sir. If he ever wants to compete in the future, I will agree at any time."

Being able to compete with Whitney was something that all martial arts students yearned to do.

The instructor looked at Whitney as she gave a smile that was as bright as spring. Whitney was his daughter, so how could he, her father, not see that Whitney liked Jenson? In his opinion, Jenson was really smart, so smart that he was able to pass all other subjects in only a few months' time-all except martial arts.

It was also because Jenson was too smart that he found it difficult to understand him. He was so shrewd that none of the instructors in the Legendary Youth Academy could figure him out.

Take martial arts, for example. In the past few years, he was seen entering the practice room every day, yet every single year, he had not seen him fighting with any students.

He once thought that Jenson was simply a reticent boy who had mysophobia and that was why he had an aversion to subjects like martial arts that would make him sweat. If that was the case, he would probably do poorly in martial arts.

Though when he tried to test Jenson's internal strength several times in class, he realized that Jenson was always able to suppress him no matter how much internal strength he exerted. The most surprising thing of all was that this kid knew how to control his strength and would never waste even the slightest energy.

While the instructor was lost in his thoughts, Jenson had already walked up to him.

"Now that Whitney has graduated, what's the date for next month's exit examination?" His low voice still carried a trace of childish nature, sounding pleasant and mellow to the ears. The students started gloating inwardly. "This trash is actually concerned about next month's examination? Even if Whitney graduates this month, it still won't be his turn next month." "Exactly. There are plenty of people waiting to graduate from the martial arts class. It will never be his turn."

The students started whispering to each other.

The instructor stared at Jenson in surprise. "Are you going to take the exit examination next month, Jenson?"

Jenson nodded.

Whitney was so astonished that she slumped to the floor of the arena, criticizing Jenson as she pointed at

his nose with an aggrieved look on her face.

"You're really evil, Lil' Jens. You're trying to make me leave the martial arts class on purpose just so you can leave Legendary Youth Academy."

Jenson stared at her with a smug look on his face. 1 You're the foolish one."

At this time, the teenager who had a crush on Whitney got up and consoled her, saying, "Don't worry, Whitzie. As long as I'm in the martial arts class, Jenson will never graduate."

Whitney said, "You'd better do your job properly and don't let him take advantage of you."

The boy looked contemptuously at Jenson. "He's nothing but a piece of trash. How could he possibly graduate?"

Jenson's icy soul carried no trace of a smile as he turned around and walked away.

Jenson would never get angry whenever his classmates mocked and ridiculed him. He would always sweep his gaze across the other party's face like he was staring at a clown before walking away in neither a supercilious nor obsequious manner.

Whitney chased after Jenson. "Jens."