The young killer of ancient times

What kind of flavor do you like, so I can ask my mother to make more. " Ma Chengyu said helplessly what he really wanted to say, and immediately found that Mubai's eyes lit up, his eyes seemed to flash with two dazzling lights, and he shot at him with a "swish".

Ma Chengyu suddenly felt like he was shivering like goosebumps all over his body, he was extremely uncomfortable being watched by Mubai, and he even couldn't help taking a small step back.For the first time, Mubai showed a shallow and bright smile, and his tone was unusually brisk, "I like them all." He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that Ma Chengyu would not understand, he paused and added, "As long as It's your mother who made it, whatever."

Ma Chengyu couldn't help shaking, if he wasn't quite sure that his mother didn't know the boy in front of him, and the boy had never seen his mother before, he would almost have suspected that Mu Bai had a crush on his mother.Thinking back to his mother's sturdy appearance holding a kitchen knife, Ma Chengyu immediately threw this idea out of his mind, it must be an illusion.

After this episode was over, Ma Chengyu's mood suddenly became less heavy. Life and death depend on fate, he just tries his best, but if he loses, these children will be suppressed by the Taekwondo club with him.Therefore, he should try his best to win, although the possibility of this is really very small.

Compared to Ma Chengyu's worries, Mubai seemed much happier. Hearing that Ma Chengyu hadn't forgotten his snacks, he immediately felt extremely happy.Because the hope is too small, it is easier to feel happiness. He even thought, if he watched the Taekwondo club and confirmed that their strength is higher than Ma Chengyu, he could still give him a little bit for the sake of Xiaodian. Little guidance.

Although you can't learn anything in a week, it's better than doing nothing.Mubai made up his mind, and decided to go to the practice room of the Taekwondo club later to have a look, maybe he could see their moves and routines, and then formulate effective corresponding moves.

The day's training ended in a hurry, and the members didn't have much interest in training, but Ma Chengyu just stood by himself and practiced his own routines repeatedly. Seeing that other people didn't want to train anymore, he asked everyone to disperse.This time, Mubai did not stay in the practice room, but left with everyone, Ma Chengyu stayed in the practice room alone, training hard.

Qin Zimo was slightly taken aback when he saw Mubai leaving, he turned his mind, looked at the direction Mubai was leaving, suddenly thought of something, and followed lightly.Mubai easily spotted the followers behind him, he stopped at a corner, and then waited for the people behind him to come here.

Qin Zimo walked around the corner, and immediately saw Mubai standing there waiting for him. He didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught following others, but smiled very naturally, and said gently, "Why didn't you stay here today?" Training? Do you want to see the depth of the Taekwondo club by taking this road?" He asked directly, but it seemed that there was something in his words.

Mubai glanced at him a few times, the other party just had a smile on his face, his eyes were gentle, as if he was asking him, but he seemed to already know the answer.Mubai pondered for a while, and finally nodded lightly, not knowing whether he answered Qin Zimo's previous question or the latter question, or did not answer anything.

Qin Zimo's eyes darkened, then brightened again, he smiled softly and said, "Let's go together, if there are more than one person, at least we can help out." Mubai heard what he said, but didn't say anything , just continued to walk forward in silence, as if acquiescing to Qin Zimo's proposal.

There was a smile on the corner of Qin Zimo's mouth, and his eyes were slightly relaxed, if Mubai didn't agree, it would be really hard for him to follow.Qin Zimo lowered his head, reached out to help his glasses, and then followed Mu Bai to the practice room of the Taekwondo club.

To their surprise, before they got there, they saw a few members of the Taekwondo club standing outside the door of the practice room, obviously guards deliberately arranged to prevent the Wushu club from coming to sniff the news, Mu Bai smiled slightly Frowning, he paused, thought for a while, then turned and left.

Qin Zimo took a look at those people, but he was a little helpless, he shook his head, and left there with Mubai.When the two passed the training room of the martial arts club, they saw that Ma Chengyu was still practicing in it. Qin Zimo's thoughts changed, and he immediately thought of a way.

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20. Ambiguous relationship...

Before Mubai could say anything, Qin Zimo had already revealed his thoughts with a smile.Since the Taekwondo club has participated in so many activities, there must be videos and the like in the school database or online.After listening to him, Mubai immediately thought of Han Luo's flying hands on the keyboard. He nodded silently, expressing that he would look for it when he went back.

Qin Zimo looked at his expressionless face, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing more.When Mubai returned to the dormitory, Han Luo was not there. After tossing around with the computer for a long time, he realized that he really had nothing to do with this thing. He looked at the dark sky outside the house and was distressed when he saw Han Luo Lo is back.

Han Luo saw Mu Bai sitting in front of the computer at a glance, he was slightly taken aback, his heart sank slightly, but his face didn't change at all, only his eyes flickered for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of.Seeing that he came back, Mubai breathed a sigh of relief, he thought about it, and said, "Do me another favor."

He tried to make his tone more gentle, and forced the corner of his mouth to twitch, as if he wanted to force a smile. Han Luo was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't say anything, just walked over a few steps, and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want me to do again?"

Mubai guessed right when he saw him, he didn't look like he was going to refuse, his expression became much more natural, as expected he is still not used to asking people for help, does he still need to learn how to use computers?Mubai stared at the computer, saw the English book on his desk out of the corner of his eye, and immediately dismissed the idea.

Forget it, let's learn that inexplicable English first, and then talk about other things.Han Luo naturally didn't know what was going on in his mind. Han Luo only saw that Mubai's originally stiff smile had turned into bitterness and hatred, and his eyes naturally looked at the English book on his desk, and the thoughts in his mind also drifted to on top of that.

"Could it be, do you want me to help you with English tutoring?" As soon as he said the words, he immediately felt that this proposal seemed good. If he helped Mubai with English tutoring, then it would not be so uncomfortable to use his computer Alright.Thinking of this, Han Luo raised his eyebrows without waiting for Mubai to say anything, and said in a deep voice, "I need to work part-time at night, and if I need tutoring, show me your class schedule first, and let me see when you are free. "

He finished talking on his own, and based on Mubai's expression, he believed that Mubai asked him for help because of his English. Mubai opened his mouth and stared at him dumbfounded, with a hint of puzzlement in his expression, but soon Yes, he nodded, responded with a low voice, and then returned to his bed. It wasn't until Han Luo started typing on the keyboard that Mubai realized that what he wanted to say just now was completely different from this.

He glanced at Han Luo who had completely taken the topic away with some annoyance, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I want to say, can you help me find some information." Thoughts are puzzled, but the words of request are still on the lips.

Han Luo immediately stopped what he was doing. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mubai lightly. Although he was a little embarrassed by what he just said, he still asked calmly, "What information?"

"Information about the competitions and performances of the Taekwondo Club." Mubai had been thinking about these words all night, so he spoke them very smoothly, so smoothly that Han Luo, who was used to his slow speech, couldn't help but look at him more.Han Luo didn't say a word, Mubai only saw his fingers jumping on the keyboard, all ten fingers seemed to be independent entities, but also seemed to be connected as a whole, the cooperation between them was so perfect.

Mubai couldn't help but think of when he practiced firing the concealed weapon, at the beginning, his hand seemed to disobey the command, he wanted it to be closer, but it shot farther, wanted it to go left, but it turned to the right.This is how it felt until the countless layers of skin between the fingers were worn away, and the fingers became so flexible that they were as accurate as the distance of a hair.

Mubai glanced at his current hands, these hands were not big, a little pale, but very delicate, those familiar calluses and traces of wounds did not appear on these hands, these hands were much more real compared to his former ones. It is too well maintained.Mubai hooked the corner of his lips ironically, before the arc rose, he had withdrawn it from the bottom of his heart.

He set his eyes on Han Luo's hand. There were many different wounds on his hand, and even many calluses.