Junior Disciple C

"Fang Yang wins!"

Following the referee's verdict, Fang Yang jumped down from the ring, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was so excited that he wanted to rush over to give Feng Ye a hug.

Hao Chen smelled the tangy and approaching sweaty smell, stepped forward, and quickly moved away.

Feng Ye also wanted to flash. Although he is not a clean freak, he can't stand the smell of sweat.It's just... This is Fang Yang's fourth game. After winning this game, he has already entered the top 30, and he has firmly obtained the qualification to enter the secret realm of the floating island.

In this case, it is also appropriate to celebrate.

So Feng Ye still didn't get away, and accepted this hug, which was extremely tormenting to the sense of smell.

After hugging, Fang Yang's excited mood calmed down a little. Feng Ye quickly let go of Fang Yang, and then took a step back, only to feel that he could breathe again.

He told Fang Yang: "Adjust the internal breath, the next step is a tough battle."

As the game progressed, the opponents behind would only get stronger and stronger. Fang Yang also knew this. Taking advantage of it not being his turn to play now, he sat down cross-legged on the ground and breathed evenly.

After another hour, the trials had been going on for a whole morning, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and all the contestants were in a state of exhaustion due to the wheel battle.

Seeing this, Master Ji simply said, "Take an hour's rest and compete again in the afternoon."

After all, he waved his hand and left first.

The rest of the people on the viewing platform naturally left with the master, while the many disciples on the competition ground breathed a sigh of relief.

The schedule is too tight, and everyone is exhausted, so it would be nice to have a breather.

This group of people left from the training ground one after another, eating and resting.

And Feng Ye and the others were also going to eat.

Unlike Fang Yang, who was covered in sweat, Feng Ye and Hao Chen were watching the theater the whole time. Hao Chen also brought his own fan to enjoy the cool, not only not tired, but also very leisurely.

Feng Ye glanced at the fan in Hao Chen's hand from the corner of his eye, wondering if there was something weird about this fan, how did this guy go and take it with him?

Most of Hao Chen's attention was on Feng Ye, and naturally he noticed Feng Ye's gaze immediately, he immediately opened his fan and slapped Feng Ye attentively, and said softly, "But it's hot? "

Feng Ye: "..."

Feeling the cool wind from Hao Chen's fan, his whole body trembled as if he was stressed, and goose bumps all over the ground.

Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen speechlessly, thinking what kind of wind this guy was having, he kept silent all morning, the eyes he stared at him changed again and again, shaking his head and sighing for a while, and inquiring for a while, turning himself up and down I looked him over and over, wondering what he was thinking.

Forget it, what kind of magical tone is this now?Those who didn't know thought they were a couple in love, Hao Chen's words clearly expressed affectionate concern.

They are obviously just fake friends who have just met for four days!Can Hao Chen be more dedicated to his work, and stop adding drama to himself indiscriminately?Feng Ye complained in his heart.

It's a pity that Hao Chen didn't know anything about his inner complaints, but instead maintained that gentle and gentle smile and slapped him again.

Feng Ye couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly pulled Fang Yang who was walking on the other side of him, and successfully changed places with Fang Yang, the cold wind from Hao Chen's fan hit Fang Yang in the face superior.

"It's really cool." Fang Yang sighed straightforwardly, his simple brain blocked all the things contained in Hao Chen's cold wind.

Hao Chen's mouth twitched, and he put away his fan.

One thing down one thing.Feng Ye sighed inwardly.

The three of them also walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, and when they were about to go in, someone suddenly called Feng Ye: "Stop!"

The three turned their heads neatly.

The deacon who all three of them knew came over with two brooms, one in each hand, and handed them to Feng Ye and Hao Chen respectively.

Feng Ye: "?"

Hao Chen: "??" He had one more question mark, because it was understandable to hand it over to Feng Ye. After all, Feng Ye's main job was to sweep the floor, but why did he hand it over to him?

"There are not enough people for the competition today, and you won't participate anyway, so help clean up." The deacon explained to the bewildered three.

This is to see that I am too idle and let myself go to work.Feng Ye understood, and Fang Yang also understood.

But Hao Chen didn't understand: "???"

He couldn't help asking, "Why did you give it to me..." He raised the broom in his hand.

The deacon narrowed his eyes enigmatically, patted Feng Ye and Hao Chen's shoulders with his left and right hands, and then turned around with an expression of "don't say what everyone knows" and left with his hands behind his back. Tibetan merit and name.

Now Hao Chen finally understood, it turned out that the pit was here.

It's just that Feng Ye didn't understand: "???"

"Brother Hao, everyone knows that you are good friends! The deacon knows that you will definitely help the senior brother, and specially brought you a broom." Fang Yang suddenly realized: "Then you and the senior brother should go and do some work. I'm going to eat by myself!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Yang, who had successfully lost the rhythm, walked to the cafeteria alone. The rest time was only one hour, so he had to hurry up.

And Feng Ye looked at the broom, then at Hao Chen, wondering with uncertainty, is it really the reason Fang Yang said?Why does he feel that the deacon's expression is not very similar...

Feng Ye shook his head again, he didn't care, anyway, Hao Chen was always with him to sweep the floor, and if he could drag this guy into the water, the reason wasn't too important.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye threw the broom against his shoulder, and said to Hao Chen politely but gloatingly: "I'm going to trouble Fellow Daoist Hao Chen again."

Hao Chen, who knew the real reason, looked at Feng Ye's expression of thinking he was taking advantage, but smiled and said nothing.

This time he was no longer as reluctant as last time, instead he followed Feng Ye to sweep the floor without any shirk.

After all those wild rumors, in the final analysis, he is definitely not the one who suffers.

Whoever cares about such gossip rumors will suffer.As far as Hao Chen's face is comparable to a city wall, a couple of dual monks, two couples of dual monks, or a couple of double monks who strengthened the platoon, can't pierce his face. wear.

And just now, he just pretended to care about Feng Ye on a whim, and Feng Ye felt uncomfortable. He must not have such a mind that is indifferent to innocence.

I don't know what Feng Ye's expression will be if he finds out that he is actually his dual monk in name.

It must be interesting.Hao Chen suffocated his stomach for the bad water of Beihai specialty, and walked behind Feng Ye, thinking as he walked.

The two walked one after the other, although they were going to do coolies, but each had a happy expression on their faces.

On the other side, Fang Yang casually ordered a meal, and hurried back to his room to rest as soon as his stomach was full.However, just as he took a bite of his meal, a colleague who was not very familiar with him came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Fang Yang turned around suspiciously, and saw this fellow from the same school smiled kindly at him: "You are Fang Yang, I watched your match, your swordsmanship is really good."

Suddenly being praised by a stranger, Fang Yang felt a little embarrassed: "It's okay, I still need to work hard."

"No matter how hard you try, people like us will have no place to be ashamed haha." The strange fellow student laughed as he talked, and after laughing, he asked again: "How do you usually practice, can you teach me?"

After being praised first, and then asked for help, Fang Yang was praised a bit high, and it was inevitable that he would get carried away, opening his mouth to reveal everything.

But when he got to the point of speaking, he remembered the promise he had made to that mysterious big brother, so he paused for a moment, brushed aside what he was pointed out, and only talked about his devil's routine.

The strange fellow was amazed, and the two chatted for a while, before he shook his head and sighed: "It seems that I can't be like you. I get up to practice swords every day before dawn. I can't do it." of."

"By the way..." He seemed to have suddenly remembered, and patted his head annoyedly: "You still have a game in the afternoon, so I'd better not disturb you for now, you should have a good rest."

Although the chat was very happy, Fang Yang also realized that he would have no time to rest if he continued to grind, so he just nodded: "Okay, we will talk next time."

The colleague left after speaking, Fang Yang also turned his head, and continued to eat his cold lunch.After finishing his meal, he picked up the soup bowl again. The soup was a light vegetable and egg drop soup, with a little yellow egg drop mixed in the green vegetable leaves.

It's just that, in this yellow, there are also some inconspicuous crushed yellow petals mixed in. Fang Yang didn't notice it at all. He just wanted to finish his meal quickly and rest, and didn't even look at whether there were many flowers in the bowl. what.

Holding the soup bowl, he gurgled, and as his Adam's apple slid up and down, he swallowed everything in the soup bowl like a cow chewing a peony.

The author has something to say:

Some people say I'm getting shorter.

That's right, you're right, not only will it become shorter, but I will also disappear.

_(:3」∠)_There are too many things to do during the graduation season, and I have to officially go to work tomorrow. There are a lot of procedures to go through, so...take another day off.

The above are all nonsense, let's refine the central idea - no more tomorrow.