Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

"The second match is between Jingnian and Murphy."

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the vast martial arts training ground. The teacher, holding the roster in his hand, called out Jingnian and another student.

Finally, it was time for the afternoon sword-fighting sparring class. Jing Yuan hid in the bushes nearby and observed Yan Nian.

Although Jingnian is pretentious, he is actually proud and cannot stand being beaten.

You can tell at a glance whether he has real amnesia or is just pretending.

Yannian leaned against a tree, holding a wooden sword in his arms, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his whole body exuded calmness, his temperament simply showing invincibility.

Hearing his own name, Yannian opened his eyes and looked at the child opposite him who was going to compete with him. The child had pointed ears, big blue eyes, and was wearing slim-fitting clothes. He was a little Chiming.

The child held the wooden sword, met Yannian's gaze, and trembled all over.

Yannian narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, he only needed to wait for the other party to attack. He would pretend to be defeated and get beaten, and then he would be able to confirm the symptoms of amnesia.

Come on, young man, come and vent your dissatisfaction with Jingnian, and beat me up violently. Proud seagull will never yield to the harassment of dark clouds!

A gentle breeze blew through the leaves. Half an hour later, the child was still motionless, with a look of fear on his face. He kept shaking like that for half an hour.

Thinking that the child was wary of him, Yannian simply threw his sword away, opened his arms, and looked at him sincerely.

What are you waiting for? Come and beat me up, quickly——

But the child still didn't dare to make a move, and instead shook even more violently.

Yannian was speechless, coughed violently, knelt on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, pretending to be sick. At this moment, just one punch would be enough to make him die on the spot, how satisfying it would be.

But the child was frightened and stepped back one meter.

Yannian frowned and took a step forward. The child immediately knelt down and cried loudly, urine flowing all over the floor, and screamed, "I'm sorry, I'm scared... I want to go back to my tribe to find Lord Longzun. It's so scary."

"You're not even worthy of using your sword against me. Ugh, I'm just a piece of crap."

The teachers and classmates walked up as usual, dragged the child away and provided psychological counseling.

"Jingnian, just fight a few moves as usual. Don't emit a strong aura to scare your classmates." The teacher looked back helplessly. Usually, the outcome is decided by one move. Even if there is a little playfulness, it will not take more than ten minutes.

"Teacher, I, I don't know."

"I'm just not very familiar with swordplay and fighting."

Yannian responded immediately, speechless. He almost carved "asking for a fight" on his face, but the other party couldn't cheer up and was so afraid of him.

Before Jingnian, wasn't it... sending people to Dandingsi, etc. - only then did he remember that his classmates had been sent to Dandingsi several times in turn, and although he seemed to care about his classmates every time, he was actually quite disdainful in his heart.

"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak, pathetic waste."

This was the original owner's true feelings, extremely arrogant.

"Unfamiliar?"

"Jingnian, do you really not remember?" The teacher was stunned and then remembered the rumor. He didn't expect it to be true.

"Yes... I don't remember it, it's more like it's vague." Yannian held his forehead with his hand, his expression was dazed and mixed with a bit of pain, it didn't seem fake.

The students' eyes were dark, full of suspicion, and they didn't dare to speak.

Just when the atmosphere was growing cold, a soft yet resolute voice passed through everyone's ears, "Senior Jingnian, I want to challenge you, is that okay?"

There was a ripple in Yannian's eyes. He turned around and saw Jingyuan clenching his fists. His eyes were cold, but there was a subtle flicker in them.

"But I... don't remember." Yannian hesitated.

"Please tell me this with your sword."

"Senior Jingnian, you should have applied for the preparatory Cloud Rider selection in advance. Since you want to become a Cloud Rider, even if you forget everything."

“But if you have a sword in your hand, you move forward with the sword in hand; if you don’t have a sword in your hand, you move forward without the sword in your hand.”

"The Cloud Rider is a sharp sword unsheathed."

Jing Yuan spoke calmly, bent down to pick up the wooden sword discarded by Jingnian, raised his head, and the sunlight seemed to be broken into pieces by leaves, falling into his golden eyes, shimmering into star-like waves.

"Jing Yuan, please teach me."

Yannian was silent on the surface, but a complicated feeling was brewing deep in his heart.

Yunqi was a sword, but in that battle, in his eyes, it was just a stepping stone for God.

A brave warrior cannot withstand an arrow from God.

The raging fire shattered all beauty, and purgatory left only the nightmare of revenge.

"Jingnian, please teach me." Yannian walked to the opposite side of Jingyuan, picked up the wooden sword in his hand, and looked at Jingyuan.

In an instant, the two swords crossed in the air, splashing a string of sparks. Jing Yuan moved his steps and realized something was wrong. Yannian swung the sword like a beginner, with flaws all over his body and no signs of pretense.

Those red eyes no longer had any edge, but instead had a hint of stupidity.

In just a dozen seconds, Yannian was caught off guard by Jingyuan.

Finally, Jing Yuan swung his sword through the air and hit Yannian in the abdomen. Yannian fell to the ground with a muffled sound, twitching all over.

"It hurts so much!" Yannian frowned, wailed in pain, tossed and turned, and sighed in his heart.

It's the world's fault that I'm so strong but I have to pretend to be stupid.

The eyes of the students watching widened. It was the first time they saw Jingnian in such an ugly state. They couldn't help but believe some rumors and began to whisper and discuss Jingnian's amnesia.

In the crowd, some students had dark eyes, as if they were making some plans.

Jing Yuan's expression was first shocked, then confused, and then shocked again, as he looked at the sword in his hand.

He actually beat Jingnian down. These probabilistic events that could only be realized in dreams actually became reality.

For a moment, he wanted to put aside all his worries and believe that Jingnian had really lost his memory. After all, Jingnian would not be so stupid.

"That's all for now. This class is over. Let's all go back and prepare for the next class." The teacher walked to Yannian, helped him up, and spoke in a stern tone, which made the noisy students quiet down and leave one after another.

Only Jing Yuan looked at Yan Nian's departing back, deep in thought.

After being taken to the infirmary and having some medicine applied, Yannian lay there pretending to be dead. The teacher asked with concern, "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry, Jingnian, I didn't understand the real situation."

"It's okay, teacher, I didn't tell you in advance."

"I just need to rest for a while." Yannian shook his head with a well-behaved look on his face, the same expression as the original owner, but his purpose had changed.

One is to cover up his own evil, and the other is to get close to Jingyuan.

"Okay, then you should rest more. I won't disturb you for now."

The teacher nodded and according to the examination, the boy only suffered some minor scratches and was not seriously injured.

Seeing the teacher leave, Yannian simply lay down until school was over. He ate some dried fish in the middle and was a little unrestrained for once.

There was no way. When he was training to be an assassin, he didn't like studying.

In his eyes, the favorite thing for textbook writers to do is to expand simple sentences into articles that no one can understand, and then make an condensed version, saying it is a buy one get two free deal, but it is actually all a routine.

Why is the Immortal Boat so large, but only has the Prison of Hell to hold prisoners?

In order to ensure the universalization of quality education... there are many schools.

Civilized prison, time is tight, three points and one line.

Yannian sat up and stretched. The most urgent thing now was to win Jingyuan's trust.

Just bear with it for a while and live a miserable life.

After leaving the school, Yannian walked towards home. When he passed by an alley, he was suddenly dragged into the alley and surrounded by several masked children.