Ou Keqin and Wang Shuyue knew that they had no chance with Jian, so they had already started fishing.

Only Zhang Yang, Mo Xiaoyan and others were still persisting, which was in sharp contrast to the boredom of the two of them.

Suddenly, Wang Shuyue felt a heavy arm, and the sword in her palm "clang" and fell to the ground by sudden gravity.

In an instant, the teammates who were working hard to train all looked at her in surprise.

Sansheng held the sword and appeared in front of her at some point. His black eyes looked at the sword on the ground, and he couldn't recover.

Obviously, he didn't expect that with a light pick, he would knock down the sword in Wang Shuyue's hand.

For the sword cultivator, the sword in his hand was knocked out, which was the greatest insult to him.

So, the boy was stunned and quickly glanced at Wang Shuyue, but he didn't show his face, but he felt a little uneasy.

Of course, he didn't know that his uncle was sucking fish and he didn't use any force in his hand, so he easily knocked the sword down.

In the eyes of Wang Shuyue and other students, it was that she was caught by the teacher and was finished!

Wang Shuyue looked at the expressionless face of the boy in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and quickly picked up the sword that fell to the ground, corrected her posture, looked ahead nervously, trying to make the teacher ignore him.

"Student Wang Shuyue, you have to take the sword like this."

The boy stepped forward and carefully adjusted her posture before leaving.

Shu Yueda breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to stumble on the fish anymore. She forced herself to finish this swordsmanship class.

Three sentences said that get out of class was over, and she ran away as if she had escaped.

For Wang Shuyue, she was suffocated in this swordsmanship class, too suffocating!

First of all, the teacher is an acquaintance or a junior with clear public and private affairs. Her every move is stared at by the junior, and it feels like her aunt is staring at by her nephew doing her homework.

Secondly, she really couldn't get any interest in sword, and sword didn't have any good feelings for her. She didn't let her pull it out for a long time. She was disgusted with each other and had no chance to do anything!

Therefore, when choosing the course, Wang Shuyue decisively chose the illusion class, alchemy class, and formation class that he was interested in.

And the powerful swordsmanship, because he is not suitable, he decisively gives up.

.........

"Uncle Master!"

The morning light shone in the white mist in the morning. The boy's back was light, like a dream, his clothes flew, and he slowly walked over.

Just after returning from morning exercise, Wang Shuyue, who was tired and confused, wiped the hot sweat from her face and turned around and looked over.

"Why didn't my uncle choose a swordsmanship class?"

The breeze came gently, and the sweat on his back was blown by the wind. Wang Shuyue was awakened a little, "Three Surveys, what's wrong?"

The boy looked at her eyes with a slightly helpless expression, "Uncle Master, but because of the swordsmanship, the three ministers knocked down your sword..."

"Ha, there is nothing!" Wang Shuyue, who was completely awake, waved her hand and smiled and interrupted the young man. Seeing him coming to him so seriously, she explained patiently:

"It has nothing to do with you, it's because I and Jian are not connected."

Sansheng felt that she was comforting herself and felt guilty, "Sansheng did not intend to knock down the sword in his uncle's hand. I didn't use much force, but I didn't expect that I would still knock down the sword of my uncle..."

"What does it mean?" Isn't it just knocking down the sword? Why is it like the sky is about to fall?

Wang Shuyue looked at the young man with a confusion in confusion and finally realized that there were any details that he had not paid attention to.

Sansheng looked at her in surprise, "Don't you know?"

"What do you know? Do you knock down the sword?" she asked.

The boy nodded, his hands hanging down to his side tightened, and his beautiful watery eyes looked at her, feeling anxious.

Wang Shuyue suddenly felt amused and crying, "I really don't think there is anything wrong with you? Because I didn't choose your swordsmanship class, can't you be my teacher?"

The following sentence was obviously a bit joking, but Sansheng hurriedly shook his head, "No, no!"

Wang Shuyue asked him what was the reason. Seeing that she was really not concerned, Sansheng knew that there might be a misunderstanding, so he expressed the meaning of the sword being knocked down.

Wang Shuyue suddenly realized, "So it's this, I'm not a sword cultivator, I don't know this at all. You misunderstood. It's not because I don't choose swordsmanship. I really don't have talent, and you have seen it."

"Really?" The boy was still worried.

Seeing that he was serious, Wang Shuyue nodded seriously, "Really!"

"You are pretty good, you have to be serious when you go to the textbook."

Wang Shuyue couldn't help but pinched the harmless boy's face.

Sansheng was shocked and quickly glanced at her, hit her joking gaze, quickly lowered her eyes, and took a step back with red face. I don’t know if it was pinched or because of the quick-moving movement.

"Uncle Master, I'll give it to you."

Something was quickly stuffed into his hand. Wang Shuyue looked down and looked up again. When he raised his eyes, the boy in white had disappeared in front of him, leaving only the warm spiritual dew drops in his palm.

Wang Shuyue felt warm in her heart, and she smiled and waved to the direction where the boy was leaving, "Thank you!"

She knew that the boy would definitely hear her thanks.

He looked at the colorful spirit bead condensed from spiritual dew in his palm again, threw it into his mouth and tasted it slowly. Wang Shuyue smiled and walked into the bathroom.

"Young Master?"

Nangong Qingteng looked at the white-clothed boy standing in the corner of the bathroom in surprise, and suddenly thought of many indescribable scenes in his mind. The enamel basin held in his hand shook, and his heart was leaking for half a beat.

Sansheng turned around and looked calm, as if he happened to pass by.

If he ignores his slightly red ear tips.

"Nangong Qingteng, there is no young master here, only the swordsman Nangong Sansheng." The young man reminded him very seriously, his handsome eyebrows frowned lightly and had a great majesty.

Nangong Qingteng hurriedly restrained the messy and indescribable scenes in his mind, and his posture was correct and his eyes were down.

When I looked up again, the precious white figure had disappeared.

Nangong Qingteng raised his eyebrows suspiciously, not thinking that his young master was the kind of person who could peek at girls taking a bath. He didn't think of it, so he shook his head, put down the curiosity in his heart, and walked into the bathroom.

The morning exercises ended, and at 8 o'clock in the morning, the special forces trainees continued to attend classes.

Wang Shuyue changed into a clean training suit and came to the formation classroom with a refreshing spirit.

This is the first formal formation elective course she has taken. I heard that the teacher will teach something different, and Wang Shuyue is very excited about it.

As much as she was looking forward to, Oakqin.

The young man looked at the door of the classroom frequently. Wang Shuyue walked in and thought he was looking forward to him. He waved his hand excitedly, but the other party did not respond at all.
Chapter completed!