The male protagonist is bad again, and the dedicated host is going crazy

Fei Jueran had just come back to his senses from the dizziness, and what came into his sight was a pair of long legs tightly wrapped in training clothes.

His eyes moved upwards quickly as if burned, and he saw the disdainful look of his young master again.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a mixture of dissatisfaction and intimidation, creating a unique charm that occupied everyone's mind irresistibly.

A sense of restlessness suddenly appeared on Fei Jueran's face, and his thoughts seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to function.

My ears seemed to be deaf, and I could only hear a buzzing sound and nothing else.

Su Muyou frowned slightly, looking at the person with a red face at his feet. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the other party was angry or embarrassed.

So he nagged her again with his toes, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "Speak."

The sensation on my chest was palpable, and I even felt a little breathless under the pressure.

Fei Jueran focused his eyes and asked subconsciously, "What?"

Guaidongguai looked at the male protagonist's satisfaction level, which suddenly jumped up by five points and then increased by two points, and fell into deep thought.

To describe it in the Chinese language it had just learned, the data on the coolness value is just like bamboo shoots in February, growing taller and taller.

It was so satisfying, could it be that its host had really met a pervert? ?

Humans are really complicated.

Unfortunately, Su Muyou disliked the reminder sound because it would distract people from the show, so when it was not so urgent, he usually turned it off.

Otherwise, it would definitely be a big step back now.

Not knowing that someone was secretly happy, he continued to play the role with a gloomy face and did not speak.

Contempt comes first, disregard comes later, this is probably what it feels like to go clubbing at a weird spot.

Fei Jueran keenly noticed the change in his mood and his alarm bells rang.

He quickly asked for help through the connection between the sentinel spirit beasts.

The white lion in the awkward growth period in the distance shook its tail and said nothing.

Only after hearing his master's reluctant promise did he slowly pass on what his handsome brother had just said.

"I don't look down on you!" Fei Jueran, who understood what was going on, quickly answered his question and almost raised three fingers to swear.

No matter who he looks down on, he would never look down on his own young master!

However, while those inferior moves can improve the chances of winning, they can also more clearly show the gap between the two.

Before this, Fei Jueran had never been a person who complained about his background.

He will not dwell on his tragic childhood story and become resentful, nor will he dwell on the injustice of fate and become miserable.

He will seize any opportunity that comes his way to get out of the current predicament.

It doesn’t matter if the moves don’t look good, as long as they work!

But when this gap appeared between him and the young master, he felt inexplicably timid.

The dirty means are so incompatible with the other party's image.

"Then why don't you use those moves?" Su Muyou watched Fei Jueran fight with others several times, and naturally understood where his advantage lies. "Where is your bravery in the practical class?"

Those attacks outside of teaching are unpredictable and unpredictable, and are unexpected tricks.

It was true that he didn't want to be outdone by his own servant, but what was even more unacceptable was that the other party actually let him win!

As the son of a general, does he need anyone to give way to him?

What a shame.

Fei Jueran opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.

He stared blankly, then realized something was wrong.

Why is it that for others it is so easy and smooth as breathing, and they don't care about the false reputation at all?

In front of your own young master, you are a little timid?

Su Muyou looked at him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and sighed secretly.

He retracted his foot and widened the distance between them again.

"Our enemy is Ye Kui, not our own kind. Will you also go to the battlefield in such a secretive manner?

I'll give you one more chance to fight."

Fei Jueran sat up from the ground. He heard the seriousness in his young master's tone and suddenly realized that he was extremely wrong.

They are competing with each other, not just playing like children.

Using your best is the greatest respect for your opponent.

Fei Jueran put away those useless and cowardly emotions, and his eyes were replaced by determination, "Yes!"

After a glance, both sides understood that the opponent was ready.

The muscles tensed and the interrupted competition started again.

This time, Fei Jueran did not hold back and attacked all the weak points on his opponent's body.

Arcs of electricity were attached to the limbs, and the destructive power increased exponentially.

Su Mu was concentrating fully, the chill in his body dyed the ends of his hair white, and he was also giving it his all.

In this fight, both sides fought vigorously and enjoyed themselves immensely.

I don’t know if it was an hour or longer before the battle was settled and the winner was decided.

Fei Jueran felt the biting coldness on his neck and aorta, and raised his hands helplessly, "I lost."

This time he had nothing to hide.

The white lion outside the battle suddenly roared, as if cheering for its owner, or as if celebrating the handsome brother's victory in the competition.

Su Muyou put away his ability, lowered his eyes to hide the deep thought in his eyes, and commented pertinently, "Very good."

It was not an easy win for him, and his wrist is still slightly numb.

In less than three months, the other party had gone from being a marginal figure to a difficult person for him.

What if we give him six months, a year, or even more?

The fire representing a sense of crisis eventually burned onto the top student in the class.

Tick.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to the high-intensity battle, dripping down the side of his face and onto the ground.

It was as if it was announcing the owner's nervousness.

Fei Jueran didn't say anything. The smile that originally rose due to the compliment was a little stiff at this moment.

The sentry's keen five senses allowed him to clearly see the movement trajectory of the sweat on the other person's face.

Before dripping, the water droplets lingered on the chin for a few seconds, as if reluctant to leave.

If it weren't for his amazing self-control, Fei Jueran would have reached out to catch it.

For the first time, he felt firsthand that men could also be very sexy.

Fei Jueran withdrew his gaze in embarrassment, turned around and said, "I'm going to stretch and relax first!"

Su Muyou did not stop him, but went to the prop room silently and added more weight to his body.

He would not allow himself to be outdone by a servant who had just become a sentinel.

The Lei Ze family’s underground training ground is very large.

The gravity experience room, long-range shooting training room, climbing simulation, and obstacle course are all equipped with excellent equipment.

The two people, with different thoughts in mind, went their separate ways after the competition ended, and couldn't even see each other within their sight.

Su Muyu still trusted the male protagonist's character. Knowing that he would not run around, she immersed herself in training with peace of mind.

When you are serious, time always passes quickly.

Fei Jueran got down from the instrument and roughly wiped his face with a towel.

His long experience as a servant enabled him to know without looking at the clock that it was almost time for the young master to eat.