The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

Xu Qinghuan ran around the campus wearing flip-flops.

In the swordsmanship practice hall, students wearing kendo uniforms practiced in pairs, and the hall was filled with the sound of swords clashing.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties was standing with his hands behind his hands with a serious look on his face, staring at the electronic clock on the wall.

Li Yi, male, forty-seven years old, with A-level bloodline, is a well-deserved swordsman of the world. At the age of 22, he graduated with outstanding results and joined the executive department. He went to Japan for swordsmanship exchanges and spent a year defeating Juro Hanyu, the number one swordsman in Japan at the time. After the victory, the young and energetic Li Yi stood in front of the Japanese. All the famous kendo masters said in front of them that Japanese kendo was nothing more than this. Then they accepted the challenges of eleven kendo masters in a day and won eleven of the eleven battles. Finally, they left a message: If you want to learn real swordsmanship in the future, you can come to me in China. , completely cutting off contemporary Japanese kendo.

At the age of thirty, he was seriously injured during a mission to kill a demigod-level target, so he took a back seat and took a job in the school.

unacceptable! It's too much! Li Yi has never encountered such a bad student in his more than ten years of practice. From the beginning of the school year to now, in a total of fifteen classes, this student named Xu Qinghuan only appeared once in the first class. This is the biggest shame in Professor Li's career. !

Xu Qinghuan appeared outside the gate panting in sandals and waved to Xia Yi.

Xia Yi called him and told him that the swordsmanship class had a midterm exam today. The professor claimed that if you missed class again, he would fail the class. Xu Qinghuan said that if you fail the class, just fail the class and don’t delay my enjoyment of life. Xia Yi said that students who fail the class will be suspended from the school. credit card.

So Xu Qinghuan ran over without even having time to change his shoes.

Xu Qinghuan crossed the crowd and walked towards Xia Yi. The students looked at this classmate who was in the same class but had not seen him a few times. They were shocked to see him sitting next to Xia Yi familiarly.

"Why are you here alone? I told you that your personality is so unpleasant that no one else will play with you." Xu Qinghuan sat on the ground, with Xia Yi standing alone next to her, "Please lend me a towel." I wipe my sweat."

He said he was borrowing money, but before Xia Yi could answer, Xu Qinghuan pulled off the towel from Xia Yi's shoulder and wiped her face.

This scene made the originally noisy hall become silent. All the students stopped and stared at Xu Qinghuan in surprise.

"Who is that old man? He kept staring at me as soon as I walked in. I could feel the murderous look in his eyes." Xu Qinghuan hung the towel on Xia Yi, "Yes, yes, your eyes are exactly the same as his now." !”

Xia Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him and said coldly: "He is the professor of the swordsmanship class."

Xu Qinghuan quickly stood up and walked towards Li Yi with a flattering look on his face.

Approaching, Xu Qinghuan took Li Yi's hand and shook it crazily up and down.

"Hello teacher, hello teacher. My name is Wang Xichao. Teacher, please don't fail my class. I am a student from a poor family. I am an orphan without a father or mother. I live on my credit card limit."

Li Yi's face became increasingly ugly.

"Brother Xu Qinghuan, you're here!" Wang Xichao in the crowd obviously heard Xu Qinghuan's frame-up and followed him.

"Teacher, this is my eldest brother Xu Qinghuan, the one who keeps skipping classes and makes you angry." After Wang Xichao finished speaking, he winked at Xu Qinghuan.

Xu Qinghuan smiled awkwardly at Li Yi and said, "Just a little joke, a little joke."