Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

"Yes." Mu Chenyuan said: "Go to the audience."

"Okay, right now!"

Tong Xiaoguan let go of An Xia, he slipped off the stage.

On stage, Chang Fan looked at An Xia with a smile.

He also wants to go on stage and practice with An Xia.

Not urgent.

When he comes to the teacher for the final round of assessment, he will naturally have the opportunity to practice fencing with her in the future.

There is no doubt about the relationship between Mu Chenyuan and An Xia.

If Chang Fan sees through the two lurking special fighters, there is no need for the two to stay in the team.

Outside

There are more than 30 students waiting in line.

The president of the fencing club came out and notified, "Sorry, wait a while. There are three students who have the basics of fencing, and the teacher needs to conduct a fencing assessment on them. Please wait a moment."

An Xia and two other boys put on masks and gloves in the background.

The fencing costumes are all personally owned, and there are no public suits.

Only the mask and gloves are shared.

Used temporarily.

It’s just an assessment, and the time will not be too long, and it will end in three to five minutes per person at most.

When the three of them came out, the two boys started first.

Mu Chenyuan watched carefully, halfway, even the light did not fall on An Xia.

On the contrary, An Xia, with the cover of the mask, no longer hides his sight, only staring at her boyfriend.

When Xiao Bie got together, An Xia realized that she cared more about Mu Chenyuan than she thought.

That is, in the fencing room, she felt fiercely what it was like to be "vinegar".

That sour!

It was so sour that she seemed to be soaking in a big jar full of mature old vinegar, soaking all over her body, so that even her hair had a sour taste.

All came over to the handsome fencing teacher, and even in the presence of her real girlfriend, teasing her boyfriend.

How! Have! this! reason!

What made her feel even more embarrassed was that she still had to pretend to be innocent, pretend not to care, pretend that her boyfriend has no relationship with her.

For the sake of the overall situation, one can only choose to sacrifice personal emotions.

God knows how much she wanted to rush up at the time, hugged Mu Chenyuan, and told the girls: This is my boyfriend, refuse to tease!

While secretly poking jealous, he praised myself for a good vision, so sour and refreshing, which I will never forget.

Both of them were jealous in secret, and the surface was calm and calm.

The two boys on the stage have already been recruited.

Both are good at epee.

The tip of the sword must be hit and there must be a hand, and the cross-strike with the blade is invalid.

Hong Feili was slightly stronger and took the lead in scoring.

In three rounds, Hong Feili scored two points and Zhang Haifan scored one point.

The trick stopped, and the members of the fencing club applauded the two men's excitement.

The president asked Mu Chenyuan in a low voice, "Teacher, do you think they can do it? I think it's better than the two boys in the last round."

In the last round, there were also two boys staying. They also have a foundation, but their level is obviously not as good as the two boys in this round.

Zhang Haifan took off the mask, smiled at Hong Feili, and stood on the stage waiting for the final result.

"We should be able to get in." Hong Fei had an outgoing temperament. Taking advantage of the fencing teacher's whispering communication with the president, he took a short run and talked to Zhang Haifan.

Zhang Haifan is not so active, but calm.

Hearing the words, pursed the corners of his mouth, shook his head lightly.

Shows that he is not sure.

Mu Chenyuan had a certain understanding of the strength of the two.

Hong Feili attacked fiercely, Zhang Haifan was cautious, but missed the score because of caution.

But the two are really good.

"The two of them stay, and you arrange for them to fill in the information for joining the company."

"Okay!" The president laughed happily, and said: "I'm afraid, it's just that the two of them have the highest strength."

Not always.

Mu Chenyuan's sight finally fell on An Xia.

The cold gaze passed through the mask, and An Xia's face was outlined in his mind.