Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Lingyun Peak Dining Hall

"Brother, why didn't I see Junior Brother Tian today?"

Yan Ting took a bite of rice and suddenly remembered something, then turned to look at Wang Zi.

The young man picked up the dish and put it into his mouth with an indifferent expression and elegant manner.

"I went to practice."

Wang Zi answered concisely.

"Oh, I see." Yan Ting nodded seriously, as if thinking about something.

Wang Zi looked at him, "Wu Yang wasn't here today either, why didn't you ask?"

Wu Yang's talent for cultivation is not as good as Leng Bushian and Yan Ting, and he has always remained in the initial stage of foundation building.

Seeing that the people around him were making progress, although he didn't say it, everyone knew that Wu Yang himself was the most anxious.

So these few days, he took the fasting pills and went into seclusion to study hard.

Yan Ting raised his head with a serious expression.

"Because Second Brother is not here, it's a good thing for me."

Wang Zi felt quite helpless, knowing that he was going to start saying something weird again.

As expected, Yan Ting continued, "Second Senior Brother always sticks to Senior Brother, and I can't get a word in. It's good when he's not around."

Wang Zi raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you hate Tian Yu Si?"

Yan Ting: "I don't hate Second Brother, I just think he's annoying sometimes."

Yan Ting turned his head and blinked: "Brother, don't tell Second Brother what I said, he will be sad."

Wang Zi chuckled: "You still say that even though you know he will be sad."

Yan Ting: "Just tell it to my brother."

Wang Zi: What a strange thing...

"Got it." Wang Zi nodded.

……

When Leng Busian was seven years old, Feng Tingfei brought back a child.

That is listening.

He was thin and small at that time, and his personality was a little dull, but his facial features were regular and he was very polite.

Leng Bushian was practicing sword in the courtyard at that time, and saw with his own eyes Feng Tingfei listening to Yan into the hall, and then began to discuss with Leng Xun whether he should stay or go.

Probably because he felt bored, Yan Ting ran out alone. He stared blankly at Leng Busian who was practicing sword.

That year, Yan Ting was 6 years old.

……

Later, Yan Ting was accepted as a disciple by Leng Xun.

At the beginning, except for Leng Bushian, everyone didn't like the thin Yan Ting.

Maybe it was because he was too talented that he took away half of Leng Xun's already small attention.

So at that time, apart from Leng Bushian, Leng Xun's favorite disciple was Yan Ting.

One day during the lunch break, Leng Bu Mian, who was passing by the dining hall, saw Yan Ting about to be surrounded by a group of people.

Everyone was noisy and laughing, and put bugs in his food.

"Eat it, Junior Brother! I heard that bugs are nutritious and good for your health."

"Yes, you are so thin, how can you not get more nutrition? Only when you have a master can you be more liked, don't you agree?"

"Correct!"

"Yes yes yes..."

Everyone burst into laughter as they looked at Yan Ting with red eyes, but no one stood up to defend him.

A surge of anger instantly rushed into Leng Bumian's heart.

"What are you doing?!"

He yelled at the crowd, strode in with his spirit sword in hand, his eyes cold and filled with anger.

"Is it Senior Brother...?"

"Brother Bumian?!"

"Why is Senior Brother Bu Mian here...isn't he having dinner with Master?"

I don't know who said, "Senior Brother Bumian is angry and wants to hit someone! Run." Then the crowd dispersed in a mess.

"Run, run, run!"

"Wow, Senior Brother Bumian is so scary!"

……

The scene suddenly became quiet, with only Yan Ting and Leng Bushian left.

Yan Ting sobbed softly, and with red eyes he looked cautiously at the man in front of him who was being talked about by everyone: his senior brother.

He immediately recalled the figure practicing sword in the courtyard on the day he first arrived.

Yan Ting stood up in a panic and saluted Leng Bumian in a flustered manner:

"No, hello, Brother Bumian!"

Leng Busian put away his sword and looked at him calmly: "No need to be polite, just greet them casually like them."

Yan Ting raised his head slowly, but did not lower his clasped hands.

When he nervously looked through the raised hand, he saw that the young boy's face was extremely childish, but his whole body exuded a faint coldness.

He had no expression on his face and seemed a bit fierce when he was a child.

But deep down I couldn't help wanting to get closer.

"Your name is Yan Ting?"

Leng Bumian asked.

"Yes, Senior Brother Bumian..." Yan Ting stood up straight, tugging at the corner of his clothes with his little hand, and answered in a low voice.

"The sound is too quiet."

Leng Bu Mian continued to speak.

"W-what?"

Yan Ting was stunned and felt a little helpless.

"I said your voice is too soft." Leng Bu Mian said calmly: "The voice is too soft, and the momentum is not enough. No wonder they dare to bully you despite your high cultivation level."

Little Yan Ting just stood there and was scolded by Leng Busian for half an hour.

"You are the disciple of the master, a disciple accepted by the Tianfu Sect. You are here to practice, not to be a servant. When encountering such a thing, you must know how to draw your sword, understand?"

Yan Ting nodded gently: "I understand..."

"You may not remember it just by talking to me." Leng Bu Mian said expressionlessly: "Anyway, I'm not the one being bullied, you can handle it yourself."

In the sight, the young boy turned and left, raising a gust of breeze.

But that time, Yan Ting not only listened, but also learned.