This assistant is serious

Su Naiwen took Jiang Ling, Wei Wu, and Yang You and followed each other's steps.

Su Naiwen talked and laughed with each other along the way, and chatted a lot of things.

Cao Nong, from Taiyang City, his strength is unknown, but he should not be weaker than ordinary trainees.

Not only because of the feeling that the other party gave Su Naiwen, but also because Taiyang City is the only second-tier city among the three cities of Lingyang, Changyang and Taiyang.

Both the economic strength and the size of the city are stronger than the other two cities.

Educational resources are naturally a little higher.

In the past, the qualifying varsity team of Taiyang City won the top ten results in the Zhoufu High School League.

And Lingyang City, the best record is to reach the round of 48, and when it is bad, it was even kicked out in the first or second round.

"Hey, Team Cao, who are these people."

In the open space behind the dormitory on the west side, there were seven people conducting charcoal barbecues, and they were surprised to see Cao Nong bring people over.

"Several brothers of Lingyang Third Middle School, Su Naiwen, this is my brother, be polite in the future."

Cao Nong grinned with a cigarette and arranged for Su Naiwen and several people to sit down, which was regarded as knowing each other with these people.

Taiyang Taiyang High School, an old strong school, not only is the annual promotion rate ranked in Quanzhou, but the top ten position in the Nazhoufu High School League is also played by this high school.

The curly-haired man was even stronger than he thought.

"Lingyang Third Middle School? Isn't that the famous 10,000-year-old third?

"Is that the one who can't get out of the line every year?" Haha, it's unlucky, but it is said that he killed eight in the third seeding point tournament this year..."

"People are still here..." The

three guys who gathered on the side to roast meat did not have the faces of Su Naiwen and several people, nor did they deliberately embarrass a few people, it was simple... No manners.

"I look down on others so much, and I think you are the right choice." Wearing glasses, a high ponytail, and a Sven-looking girl sat next to the fire, seriously roasting pork.

The words that came out casually made the three of them look a little ugly, but they didn't say anything.

No way, who let the family be the right choice, the strength is stronger than them.

Cao Nong patted Su Naiwen's shoulder and said with a smile: "My brother, but the first grade is the main election, you really don't look down on people, right, Su Naiwen." "

Huh?" Su Naiwen was shocked in his heart, when he had a good conversation with him just now, he didn't say that he was a first-year, let alone that he was a candidate for the school team.

"You are Su Naiwen?"

As soon as Cao Nong's words fell, several of the seven people subconsciously looked at Su Naiwen carefully, slightly surprised.

It was too dark, I didn't see it too clearly just now, no wonder there was some familiarity.

Looking at Su Naiwen's surprised expression, Cao Nong smiled, "First-grade main selection, turtle shell flow assistance, one protection nine, the guy who turned the Lingyang seed points competition into an entertainment competition."

"Our school has collected information on the varsity teams of various schools, and we never take any opponents lightly."

Psychologically contempt for opponents, tactically valued opponents.

Their school coaches sent a lot of people to various cities to collect battle videos of those capable of qualifying squads.

Originally, the targets collected by Lingyang City were only one middle school and eight middle schools, but in the information of the battle between eight middle schools, there happened to be the seed match.

The third middle school took off the hat of the 10,000-year-old third, which surprised many people.

Although Lingyang No. 1 Middle School and No. 8 Middle School are not yet in their eyes, the performance of No. 3 Middle School should still be paid attention to.

Specially let people check the school team information.

Especially Su Naiwen's.

First grade!

Tortoise shell flow assist!

Intermediate Fortune Master!

This is an unexpected brat.

Su Naiwen's attention in their team is second only to the third squadron leader Que Zong.

But that's it....

Evaluation: Superior auxiliary talent, rapid growth, but this year's threat level is low, two years later focus on observation.

"And this, Jiang Ling, is it, a congenital destiny awakener, a first-grade senior fate master, the talent is really enviable, although I am also a congenital destiny awakened, but it was also at the beginning of the second grade that I reached the senior fate master."

Cao Nong couldn't help but feel a little emotion and rejoice, he was born two years earlier, if you give these two people time, Lingyang No. 3 Middle School may really be able to easily play the line, and there is a place in the Zhoufu High School League, and Baoqi can enter the top ten.

Su Naiwen smiled bitterly in his heart, he really underestimated the heroes of the world, and he forgot that this world is not the original world.

Competitive combat is a great help for mental growth.

Moreover, those who can enter this training are all small geniuses, and there are few simple.

Looking at Wei Wu and Yang You's criticism of eating Haisei at the warm invitation, Su Naiwen rolled his eyes, and he took back his thoughts just now.

"Hey, don't care, we're not opponents, take it easy."

Cao Nong brushed his curls, as if he wanted to straighten his hair.

It's not him who blows, now the captain of the third middle school Que Zong he can see, the rest, few.

Even if it is Su Naiwen and Jiang Ling now, their talent is amazing, but what does it have to do with themselves?

This year, Lao Tzu will go to school.

But it's good to make friends too.

"Is it? We see you as rivals. Jiang Ling pouted, the other party did not mean it, but it was extremely blunt contempt, which made her competitive spirit come up at once, and subconsciously choked back.

Cao Nong looked at Jiang Ling's eyes full of fighting will, and then laughed, nodding disapprovingly, "Eat meat, respected opponent."

"I'm not hungry, I'm gone." Seeing that the other party still looked down on them, Jiang Ling snorted coldly, glanced at Su Naiwen, who was ignored on the side, was displeased in his heart, and turned away.

"Your friend, really... Interesting. Cao Nong grinned a little embarrassed, and the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth was extinguished by him.

"Hey, she's like this, tsundere, I'll bring her some skewers back later, eh, I happen to have an old godfather, just as a dip..." Looking

at Su Naiwen, who said half a sentence and ran to the barbecue, Cao Nong lit a cigarette again.

This guy doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old stunned.

Looking at a few words from his teammates, he was amused by Su Naiwen laughing, looking like the two brothers, Cao Nong narrowed his eyes.

Perhaps, this guy should be valued more than Que Zong.

"Little sister, thank you for helping us speak just now, I see you don't like meat very much, I have potato chips in this bag, give."

Looking at Su Naiwen, who looked like a good brother, Qiao Lan, who wore glasses and tied a high ponytail, brought a curve at the corner of his mouth.

What a cute boy.

"Thank you."

Cao Nong: (๑ʘ̅ д ʘ̅๑) !!

Lying groove, what is the situation, not smiling, the poisonous mouth of Jolan just laughed?

For some reason, Su Naiwen always gives people the feeling of harmless and cute neighbor brother of humans and animals.

As everyone knows, the warm breath of the cross pendant on the neck continues to integrate into Su Naiwen's body, and while slowly enhancing his physique, it is still echoing with his internal life.

The benevolent destiny map in my mind always exudes brilliance and becomes more and more solidified.