[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Rael couldn't stand Lord's provocation, so he immediately agreed, "Okay, let's compete. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"It's just a mixed race. I want to see what you are capable of."

Everyone could hear the contempt and arrogance in Leyle's tone. Lord's gray-blue eyes were stained with gloom. He smiled faintly and ignored Leyle, "We will choose the one that the other party is best at. Let's try it out."

"After all, if you lose even what you are best at, isn't it enough to prove that this person is extremely useless?"

Leyle was a little annoyed. He only felt that Lord's words seemed to mean something. He gritted his teeth and raised his jaw, "Okay, what do you want to compete?"

"My side is better than testing potions. I will announce the content of our competition tomorrow."

Lord hooked his lips, "What about you?"

Leyle rolled his eyes, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head and stroked his sleeve, "Fly."

"We compare flying. As we all know, our Angel's flying ability is considered excellent. This is also what I am best at. It is not a foul."

Ruan Tang stood behind Lord, his crimson eyes were like a blaze of fire, he pulled Lord's hand angrily, almost wanting to push Lord away and beat Leel, the birdman, violently. , vent your anger on Lord.

Everyone knows that hybrids have little power and cannot inherit the racial gifts of their parents.

Knowing that Lord has no wings and can't fly, this Rael still wants to fly with Lord, isn't this just a trick?

Leil shrugged his shoulders, a little proud, "We didn't set the rules at the beginning, and this is not a violation of the rules. Why, don't you dare to compare?"

There was a rare smile in Lord's eyes, he stretched out his hand and stroked the back of Ruan Tang's hand, "I didn't say I didn't dare."

Leyle looked at the interaction between Lord and Ruan Tang with a bit of disgust, "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, we will meet in the laboratory of the Central Academy."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, as if he felt that talking to a lowly mixed race like Lord would make him lose face.

After Leier left, Ellie stepped forward a little hesitantly, and said apologetically, "Rayle is a bit aggressive, and I apologize to you on his behalf."

"If you find it difficult, you don't have to go to the competition tomorrow, and I will explain it to Leier."

Ruan Tang took a deep breath, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "You think he has an aggressive personality, so why didn't you interrupt him when he said those impolite words just now, now you can apologize for him after he leaves, you asked him if he would Don't you want to?"

"Besides, it was Lord himself who proposed the competition. If you don't go tomorrow, isn't that going back on your word and becoming the laughing stock of others?"

Ellie gritted her teeth secretly, and explained in a panic, "I, I just feel sorry..."

Ruan Tang interrupted her coldly, "You didn't do anything, you don't need to apologize."

"It's just that your method of trying to attract Lord's attention is too low. I really suggest that you read more books and learn more routines, so as not to make you laugh."

Ellie's face turned blue and then white, white and then blue.

Even Ruan Tang and Lord paid the money and left the store, but she didn't reach out to stop them.

Half an hour later, Lord and Ruan Tang returned home together.

Ruan Tang stretched himself and sat on the sofa. He took an apple from the table, took a bite, and then asked vaguely, "Why didn't you let me go out and beat him up just now? Speaking of you, you are going to piss me off!"

Lord sat next to Ruan Tang, and when he heard Ruan Tang's words, he just smiled lightly, his voice was cool, "I just think that it's better to embarrass him and completely crush his arrogance for someone like him. It hurt him a lot more than beating him up."

Ruan Tang thought about it and found it very reasonable.

Lord paused, his gray-blue eyes darkened a little, he looked at Ruan Tang and continued, "But this is only a small part of the reason."

"I don't want Tangtang to stand up for me all the time. It will make me appear useless."

He moved to Ruan Tang's side, took a bite of the apple in his hand, then straightened up and said nonchalantly, "I want to try to protect Tangtang."

Although this incident happened because of him, and it wasn't a matter of protecting his master, standing in front of his master and facing other people with the attitude of a protector made him very satisfied.

Ruan Tang was a little dazed, he leaned in front of Lord, rubbed his cheek affectionately on Lord's face, and replied softly, "Okay."

In fact, he didn't really like fighting at first, after all, in his previous world, he was just a soft and obedient little rabbit, in the position of being hunted, he could only run away by bouncing around.

But after coming to this world, he always fights. First, he is affected by the demon gene in his body. Second, Lord is always bullied. He must protect Lord.

Now that Lord wants to protect him in turn, he is naturally happy.

At eight o'clock the next day, Lord and Ruan Tang arrived at the laboratory on time.

Not only did Leier come by himself, he even brought a lot of people over. The back space of the laboratory was almost occupied.

"I brought some people over to watch the fun, you don't mind, do you?"

Leyle took up a piece of the experiment table and smiled, without any apology in his voice.

Lord swept a group of people who came to watch the excitement, and said blankly, "I don't mind."

Anyway, it wasn't him who was ashamed.

After he finished speaking, he wrote the names of ten synthetic medicines on the blackboard, and said flatly, "Whoever completes the fastest and has the highest degree of completion wins."

"In order to avoid people saying that the result of the judging is unfair, I invited the dean of the School of Pharmacy to be the referee."

After Lord finished speaking, an old man with white hair and beard who looked very energetic walked in. His waist was straight and his face was gentle. If you didn't look carefully, no one would know that this was the dean of the School of Pharmacy. long.

He once published several papers in an authoritative magazine and won many awards. He heard that his sense of smell is extremely sensitive, and he can almost smell the completeness and flaws of the prepared medicine in a few seconds.

Rael nodded arrogantly, "Let's get started."

The dean took out his pocket watch, squinted his eyes to see that the minute hand slipped to twelve, and said, "Start."

Lord and Rael started to move almost at the same time.

Leyle is full of self-confidence. He has received an elite education since he was a child, and he gets full marks in pharmacy every time. He even has much more knowledge than others.

Therefore, he cannot lose.

After the three synthetic potions were completed, Leier breathed a sigh of relief and smiled arrogantly. He felt that the time he had used was very short. He turned to look at Lord, thinking that Lord might still be making the second synthetic potion. Going to laugh at Lord for a while.

However, after he saw the potion in Lord's hand, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hands even shook.

Lord's movements were smooth and smooth, without any stagnation. He had four completed bottles of synthetic potion by his hand, and the fifth bottle in his hand.

Now the fifth bottle is about to be completed!

Rael was a little flustered, his face changed again and again.

impossible!This is absolutely impossible, how could such a lowly mixed race do it faster than himself!

But it is impossible for him to shout out now, after all, with the dean of the School of Pharmacy guarding here, no one has the possibility of cheating.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on the medicine in his hand. However, when he looked at the name of the fourth synthetic medicine, he froze for a moment, forgetting what the synthesis principle of this part of the medicine was. .

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and his face turned pale. Just as he was thinking hard, someone suddenly said, "His sixth bottle of synthetic medicine is about to be finished!"

Leyle shook his hand, and the test tube slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The sound of glass breaking is extremely harsh in a quiet laboratory.

Rael clenched his fists and trembled all over, as if he had suffered some kind of humiliation.

He tasted a bitter taste in his mouth.