Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The student he loved so much rejected him mercilessly. Not only was he so close to Zandik, but he even refused to call him master.

Abu Zar felt his heart broken into pieces. Was he destined to never get this student?

[Ding——Host, please agree to Dean Shahavalo's request and become his personal student]

Cheng Yan frowned, "Why? I just rejected him. I don't want to call anyone else Master."

[Host, I just asked you to agree to be his disciple, but I didn't say you must call me Master. Isn't it the same if you call me Teacher?]

The system had no choice but to persuade him that Cheng Yan's "Master Brain" was so stubborn that it could defeat his "Love Brain".

Seeing that Cheng Yan remained silent, the system spoke again.

[Complete the task to get 20 points]

Hearing this, Cheng Yan tilted his head and glanced at Abu Zar who was standing there motionless. He did not dislike this old man. It seemed that he had an extraordinary identity that could make his actions in Xumi more convenient...

Having accumulated more than 20 points, Cheng Yan was no longer jealous of the points.

Cheng Yan was preparing himself mentally, thinking that as long as the old man asked him to stay, he would agree. Although 20 points were not many, the task issued by the system had to be completed.

If he becomes a student of Abu Zar, he will perform the duties of a student, but he has only one master.

"Student..." Abu Zar began.

Cheng Yan tilted his head slightly, waiting for him to ask her to stay before agreeing.

"Can you let me touch your knife again?"

"I promise……"

"......?" No, what did he say? Touch the peak? He doesn't want to accept me as a student?

"Great."

Abu Zar reached out and grasped the chopping peak, touching it lovingly.

His chest suddenly felt tight in breath, and Cheng Yan's words of playing hard to get could not be uttered. The person who seemed to be longing for him just now now did not even glance at him, but instead held Zhuo Feng tightly and could not let go.

...It doesn’t matter, he still has Zanzan, and the strategy for Zanzan is the most important thing at the moment.

“Great…”

Cheng Yan had just adjusted his expression and made sure that there was no inappropriate part of his body. He turned around and wanted to give Zandik a deep and innocent look, but happened to see the pair of red eyes that fascinated him.

The red eyes were focused, which was rare. The way he stared at someone made Cheng Yan's heart flutter. It was this look. He wanted Zazan to look at him like this when he first met him. Now he finally got this look as he wished, but unfortunately...

Zan Zan is not looking at himself.

Abu Zar behind him was so fond of Zhuo Feng that he was reluctant to let go.

Zazan looked at Xiaojiu with such deep and focused gaze that Cheng Yan wanted to cry.

One of them just wanted me to be his disciple, and the other one just held my hand.

unacceptable!

Cheng Yan was so angry that he wanted to stamp his feet. These two people were not like this just now! Now that they saw what they wanted, they just pretended that they didn't exist!

Cheng Yan was so angry that he didn't want to hold Zandik's hand, nor did he want to stay in Shahavalo College anymore. He turned around and walked away, leaving behind a noble and cold back.

Although it is a mission, he doesn't want to rush into it.

The young man in black was walking farther and farther away. Zhuo Feng noticed it and immediately chased after Cheng Yan. Xiao Jiu, who had returned to his mini size, also struggled to get out of Zandik's arms.

Master...wait a minute.

The golden sword in Abu Zar's hand suddenly moved on its own. He subconsciously clenched his fist, but was hit mercilessly on the forehead by Zhuo Feng.

Since its birth, Zhuo Feng has never left Cheng Yan. Feeling the familiar breath getting farther away, it flew out of Abu Zar's hand without any reluctance and chased after Cheng Yan's back.

When Xiaojiu was just born, he couldn't live without Cheng Yan. The breath of his master was getting farther and farther away. Xiaojiu was so anxious that he pushed Zandick's chest with his short and thin arms.

open!

There was visibly anxiety on Mini's face, but Zandik couldn't understand it, nor did he know what emotion the robot in his arms was feeling.

Xiaojiu struggled continuously, but his short limbs were unable to free himself. His wooden mouth seemed to let out a light breath.

Zandik carefully observed the little robot in his arms, his red eyes narrowed. It didn't look like a machine, but more like a newborn baby.

The "child" in his arms couldn't break free, but Zandik had no sense of crisis and still held Xiaojiu tightly.

"You are..." Zandik regretted the moment he said it. He was actually trying to communicate with the robot under the guidance of Cheng Yan...

"cough-!"

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Zandik raised his hand to move Xiaojiu away, covered his abdomen and stared at the robot waving its limbs in front of him.

Xiaojiu, who had just hit Zandik in the stomach mercilessly, glared and said: Let go!

Still unable to believe that the robot in his hand had its own consciousness, Zandik still did not let go.

Zhuo Feng couldn't bear it anymore. He was not so polite to this man with red eyes who had shown murderous intent towards Cheng Yan. Now that Cheng Yan was not here, Zhuo Feng didn't have to worry about anything.

The golden sword slashed at Zandik's wrist without hesitation, as if it would cut off his hand if he didn't let go of Xiaojiu.

Zandik's pupils shrank sharply as he dodged Zhuo Feng's attack. The robot in his hand fell to the ground. He was about to reach out to pick it up, but Xiao Jiu was already following Cheng Yan's footsteps with his short legs, making a "click-click" sound.

How could such a small body possibly keep up with Cheng Yan? Xiao Jiu was trembling slightly. He felt insecure when he couldn't see his master, and he was even more sad when he couldn't catch up with his master.

Master...no wait.

The breath of sadness could be felt through that little back. Zhuo Feng slowly landed beside Xiao Jiu. He tilted the blade and let Xiao Jiu sit on him. The long sword flew forward following Cheng Yan's breath and in the blink of an eye it had flown to Cheng Yan's side.

Cheng Yan continued walking, and when he felt that Zhuo Feng and Xiao Jiu had returned, he snorted softly, and the anger in his heart eased a little.

Let them ignore me and stop looking at me. What kind of Shahavalo Academy is this? It’s not polite at all. Zanzan is the same. He looks at Xiaojiu so affectionately. Xiaojiu is still a child. Do you know what that look means? It’s better to look at me. He is not ugly.