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

Su Muyou no longer talked to Dong En, his eyes fixed on the person in front of the test bench.

The charging time passed quickly and the opponent finally moved.

After the teacher was shocked for the second time, Fei Jueran delivered a palm strike as fast as lightning.

After the attack, the remaining thunder force on the receiving platform lingered for a long time, and two thin silver-white lines flashed from time to time.

After the beeping sound of calculations ended, the score '83' was clearly displayed on the screen.

There was silence.

Faced with Su Muyou's progress across stages, students who know his abilities can still persuade themselves: He is excellent, so it is not surprising that he has achieved such results.

But Fei Jue Ran? ?

Everyone in the place was from their class, and in their minds, they all recalled the scene of Fei Jueran being knocked down again and again and then getting up again in a practical class not long ago.

After the competition, his control was so poor that he couldn't even take back his spirit beast!

The students felt a sharp pain in their teeth.

In this situation, only the word "magical" can fully describe their feelings.

"Master You, I..." Fei Jueran turned his head excitedly, wanting to share his joy, but was met with a pair of cold eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and the feeling that something was out of his control was particularly obvious.

Su Muyou didn't say anything.

Although he could guess that the servant following behind him would become a strong opponent, he also knew the opponent's potential value of 'S+'.

But he couldn't keep calm when being overtaken happened so quickly before his eyes.

Dong En beside him was silent for a while, and finally found his voice.

“Is there a possibility that this machine is really broken?”

The servant he had once ridiculed, a sentinel who had awakened less than a year ago, with an ability strength of 83?

It’s not that he’s jealous, it’s just that this matter really seems a bit fake!

It's as terrifying as a baby who can't even open his eyes when he is born, learning to fly a plane six months later.

The teacher next to him looked around the list and asked, "What's your name?"

The student in front of him looked unfamiliar to him. He originally thought that his academic performance was not outstanding, which was why he failed to leave an impression on him.

The result of using this ability was far beyond his expectations. He immediately realized that it should be a transfer student or something like that.

After all, the teacher's experience is richer than that of the students. The number of people he has handled tests on is at least 5,000, if not 100,000. It is obvious at a glance that the intensity is indeed consistent with the scores.

Fei Jueran's good mood after getting a high score had been greatly reduced, and he gave his name in a gloomy tone.

After seeing the score being recorded, he hurried to find his master.

"Wait, Fei Jueran, Dong En, you two stay for a moment." The teacher stopped them in time.

The qualifications for defending the title need to be discussed again.

After saying this, the teacher who came to help gritted his teeth. The damn soldier didn't even bother to tell him about this in advance, causing such a misunderstanding!

He also looked at the students in the remaining team warily, and after making sure that there were no other new faces, he did not leave Su Muyou behind.

There wouldn't be so many geniuses like this gathered together, right?

Seeing that his qualification to defend the title was gone, Dong En felt helpless but had no objection.

Fei Jueran was forced to stop, and Su Muyou, who was far away from the dispute, had already left in his eager sight.

Su Muyou's appearance was impeccable, as if he had already expected his servant to achieve such results and took it calmly.

He walked to the toilet next to the training ground at a moderate pace and stood at the sink in front of the door.

At this time, everyone was busy testing and there was no one here.

The mirror installed on the sink clearly reflected the shadow of the visitor.

Su Muyou looked at himself in the mirror and no longer suppressed his emotions.

The emerald eyes that were originally as bright as gems were stained with turbidity, with jealousy and unwillingness swirling in them.

All the sweat and hard work I put in in the training room some time ago seemed to have become a joke.

The young master, who was used to being praised as a 'genius' by others, felt a strong aversion to the word 'genius' for the first time.

--

As time passed, more than 30 students had completed their ability tests.

The people who ranked first and second in the scores also changed from You Lei Ze and Dong En to Fei Jueran and You Lei Ze.

The transfer student who showed up halfway through, with his exaggerated speed of improvement, not only successfully squeezed Dong En, the perennial runner-up, out of the list of winners who were qualified to defend the title, but also stepped on the original first place.

Even the instructor of their class was surprised by this result. When questioned by the teacher who came to help, he raised three fingers and swore that he had not expected it.

He saw that Fei Jueran had great potential, but he didn't expect him to be so awesome.

I can only say that age is always more valuable, and their vice-president really has a very sharp eye.

There is a written test in the morning and a test in the afternoon. It’s already getting late.

The instructor came back from work and blew the whistle to ask the students to line up and gave final summary instructions.

"The scores are out. You can figure out whether you are satisfied or not. I won't say much."

"Go home and have a good rest today. Take care of your brain and don't think too much. It's most important to get enough rest."

"Tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, I will send you a text message about the training ground you will be going to, as well as the opponents you will be facing on the field."

"I can accept that you guys lost the game, but if anyone dares to have any evil ideas, or even fails to arrive on time because of a stupid problem like getting lost..."

"If you don't peel off your pig skin, I will take your last name. Do you understand?"

At the instructor's threat, the students straightened their backs.

"understood!!"

--

Fei Jueran followed Su Muyu's footsteps closely, but the atmosphere between the two was more tense than when they came to the training ground.

It was not until he got on the special car sent by the Lei Ze family to take him home that he felt a little relieved.

At least the young master didn't chase him away, but simply refused to live with him, right?

Fei Jueran wanted to say something, but when he saw that the other party closed his eyes and rested after getting in the car, it showed that he didn't want to communicate with him, so he could only put the idea aside for the time being.

He thought about it all the way and could guess why the young master was unhappy. If he put himself in his shoes, he would probably feel unbalanced as well.

But what Fei Jueran wanted to tell his young master was that he had no ulterior motives, nor would he be arrogant because of his talent, nor would he feel dissatisfied with his status as a servant.

He will never resist his employer and will do whatever he is asked to do.

I think with the young master's character, he would not do anything that goes against the will of the country.

The car door was opened from the outside. It turned out that while he was thinking, he had already returned to Lei Ze's house.

Su Muyou opened his eyes and glanced coldly at the other person in the car.

In the other party's expectant eyes, he whispered two words: "Follow."

Fei Jueran nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

If he had a tail behind him, it would be shaking like a propeller now.