The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"The 3,000-meter preliminaries will begin soon. Are you ready, Lu, Lu?" The sports committee member of Class 2 came over and asked hesitantly. He was the tallest boy in the class. He was only 1.8 meters tall at the age of 16. He was tall and strong.

I don't know why, but the sports committee member, who looked very strong and powerful, was afraid of Lu Chenxi, who looked weak and frail. Mingming Xuanyuan always smiled lightly, and although his expression was a little distant and cold, he never got angry with anyone.

The playground of No. 1 Middle School was very large, with rows of seats on the stands, and every class had its own "territory" here.

When the sports committee member came to ask, Xuanyuan was sitting in his seat, writing something quickly. Because he looked very serious, the sports committee member tried hard for a long time before mustering up the courage to come over and asked with a trembling voice.

While he couldn't help lowering his head to avoid Xuanyuan's gaze, the sports committee member couldn't help but spit on himself in his heart. What on earth was he afraid of? Although Lu Chenxi was indeed a cold and arrogant academic master, was there any need to be so afraid? He wasn't so afraid of Yan Ze.

"Well, I'm ready." Xuanyuan raised his head and nodded to the sports committee member calmly, and put away what he had written. Of course, what he wrote was the holiday homework. Anyway, it was not difficult. He planned to finish it during the two days of the sports meeting, so as not to have to carry a bunch of books back, which was troublesome.

Of course, if you don't want to be troublesome, there are simpler ways, such as referring to Yan Ze's method-don't move a single stroke, don't write at all.

The 3,000-meter race is a major event in the sports meeting. Apart from other things, the length of 3,000 meters is enough to scare a group of high school students. After all, they are not sports students. Therefore, there are quite a few students in the class who followed up to run with them and cheer them on. Yan Ze's 1,500-meter preliminaries were in the afternoon, and he also followed up.

The students who followed him greeted and cared about him with a series of questions, such as "How about eating a piece of chocolate to replenish your energy?", "Did you drink water?", "Have you tied your shoelaces?" They were really enthusiastic, but the enthusiastic ones were all girls, and the boys didn't dare to get close to Xuanyuan.

"Tsk..." Yan Ze raised his thin lips and laughed very sarcastically. His obvious ridicule made the girls who were originally surrounding Xuanyuan embarrassed. They all felt embarrassed and didn't even dare to say any more words of concern.

The girls who were originally surrounding Xuanyuan took a few steps back in embarrassment and didn't dare to talk to Xuanyuan anymore. Several girls glanced at Yan Ze cautiously and found that he looked unpredictable, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Speaking of which, what made them feel regretful was that there were two handsome guys in their second class, what a good resource, but the two handsome guys sat at the same table, and no girl had the honor to sit at the same table with them and get along with them at close range. This was really a waste of resources!

Before the 3,000-meter race, there was the 800-meter preliminary competition for the first-year girls. The 3,000-meter race for the first-year boys would not start until they finished. After everyone came to the playground together, they chatted about some topics while waiting for the 800-meter race to end.

Because their class also participated in the women's 800-meter race, there were students from Class 2 who were cheering for the athletes on the playground. After they met up, they saw that the students who were originally cheering and running here had some concerns on their faces. They followed a female classmate who was running in the inner circle and cheered her up.

Xuanyuan glanced at them and found that the one they were constantly encouraging was Song Yuyun. Song Yuyun was now running in sixth place, but her left knee was still bleeding, and there was a large purple mark on her fair skin. This mark was not too scary, but it looked scary against her pale and weak skin.

"Hey, what happened to the monitor?" A boy who came to cheer couldn't help asking, looking at Song Yuyun with some worry in his eyes. As the saying goes, opposites attract. These boys are afraid of Xuanyuan and have a general relationship with Yan Ze, but of course they are different to girls.

Holding Song Yuyun's school uniform jacket in her hand, Chen Jing, who is a good friend of Song Yuyun, frowned and sighed: "When the gun went off to grab the runway just now, she accidentally fell and broke her knee. She refused to withdraw from the competition and must enter the semi-finals."

In fact, Chen Jing's statement was still euphemistic. It was unclear whether Song Yuyun fell by herself or someone took advantage of the chaos of grabbing the inner circle runway to push her down. All twelve classes in the first grade of high school participated in the preliminaries, with two students from each class, a total of 24 people. With so many students, it is not easy to see the situation clearly.

A total of 24 contestants participated in the competition, and only eight contestants will enter the semi-finals. Finally, the semi-finals will be held in the afternoon to determine the top three. The class can get extra points for the ranking in the sports event, and the score of each class will be announced before the end of the sports meeting.

For many young and energetic high school students, they still care about this kind of comparison. Maybe they don’t want to compete for the first or second place, but they definitely don’t want to be the last one. Being the last one is a great shame for them, so many students are still very active.

"It’s finally over." Seeing Song Yuyun rushing to the finish line, the students who were originally nervous and worried couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, and they all passed through the playground inside the track to approach the finish line to see Song Yuyun’s current situation. The scar on her leg looked scary, and everyone couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

Yan Ze originally didn't want to go there, and he didn't have a good impression of Song Yuyun - as a responsible class monitor, Song Yuyun had repeatedly advised Yan Ze to study hard. Regarding his bad habits of not handing in homework, skipping classes, and not abiding by class disciplines, Song Yuyun She had also reprimanded him many times and reported some of the things he had done to the class leader. It was strange that Yan Ze would like her.

However, when he saw Xuan Yuan also following the crowd, he hesitated and followed, but he asked in an unhappy tone on the way: "Why do you care so much about her? I mean, how many people do you like her like?" Nosy girls are so annoying, okay? If I don’t hit girls, huh.”

Hearing Yan Ze's complaints with a bit of dissatisfaction, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. His thin lips were slightly hooked, and his expression was a bit narrow-minded: "I hope you won't one day do it because of this sentence." If the day comes when you are slapped in the face, I will not sympathize with you."

Yan Ze:? ? ?

He looked confused and had no idea what Xuan Yuan was saying, let alone the profound meaning of Xuan Yuan's words.

There are always thousands of possible developments in the world, and in the ever-changing life, new changes may occur at any time. Yan Ze, who currently has little affection for Song Yuyun, the "housekeeper" squad leader, would not have thought that in the future There is also a possibility - he and Song Yuyun understood and tolerated each other, and finally walked side by side.

"As the squad leader, she is only responsible. Even if you don't appreciate her willingness to care about you and advise you, you can't say that she is nosy." Xuan Yuan did not respond to the doubts and confusion in Yan Ze's eyes, but changed the topic He came back and responded to what Yan Ze had just said about "slandering" Song Yuyun.

"Don't you think it's comforting to have someone like you who is willing to pull you up when you are in darkness and trough? At least she has not given up on you, but is still willing to pull you up again. Give you a chance, I think you can still stand up." Xuan Yuan looked at Yan Ze seriously.

For some reason, Yan Ze felt that the emotions and gazes in Xuan Yuan's eyes at this moment were something he was unwilling to face directly. In other words, his words seemed to penetrate his superficial disguise, penetrate deeply into his heart, and capture him. A hint of happiness in my heart.

The young man's stubbornness made him unwilling to show his appearance of being seen through, so he snorted coldly, deliberately showing a look of disdain on his handsome face, and said with a smile: "Am I still grateful to her? I will be grateful to her when she stops bothering me. This teacher doesn’t care about me. Why does she care about me? Do you really think she is a virgin? "

Xuan Yuan did not refute Yan Ze's words, but looked at him with a half-smile, smiled calmly and lightly, hooked his lips and said lightly: "If you feel that it feels more comfortable and happy to think like this, then just think so. "Anyway, there will always be times when you regret slapping him in the face, and he just waits to see the joke.

During the conversation, the two of them had already arrived beside Song Yuyun. After she successfully entered the semi-finals after running 800 meters, she was supported by Chen Jing and another girl and walked slowly to calm down her rapid jumping after the strenuous exercise. Her left leg stood unnaturally on tiptoe, gasping for air in pain, and a small amount of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Xuan Yuan blinked and looked down at the bruises and blood stains on Song Yuyun's left knee. He coughed lightly and said in a calm tone: "It seems that the injury is not serious. Let's take Mr. Song to the infirmary." , she shouldn’t have any competition next, right?”

After Xuan Yuan spoke, the male voices who originally looked at Song Yuyun with worries and pity couldn't help but be a little surprised. After looking at Xuan Yuan again (especially his face), they couldn't help but calm down and look at Xuan Yuan. Gradually, I became sad and angry. No matter whether it was based on face, height, or temperament, they were completely uncompetitive.

Yan Ze opened his mouth and slowly turned to look at Xuan Yuan. There seemed to be a different look in his eyes. He glanced sideways at Song Yuyun again and whispered in a low voice: "Isn't he just a junior high school classmate? As for caring so much about this housekeeper? ? Are you really interested in her? "

He coughed lightly, snorted twice, and asked in an unhappy tone: "Are you taking her to the infirmary? She is so fat, and she doesn't look light. You don't seem to be strong enough to hold her." Are you going to the infirmary? Why are you so attentive? You have a three-thousand-meter race soon!"

Xuan Yuan hummed and said in a nonchalant tone: "I didn't say I would send her to the infirmary."