[Quick Wear] The villain always salivates at me

Leyle could almost feel a lot of shock, ridicule and contemptuous eyes falling on him, even a mixed race, and his previous sense of superiority was almost gone.

No, not right.

It's just that the mixed race is lucky and is better at potions, it's not his fault.

Leyle ground his molars, skipped the fourth synthetic potion, and started to try the fifth potion, but he didn't expect that the difficulty of the ten potions written by Lord would increase step by step. The more Rael couldn't do it.

This almost touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

While Leyle was still struggling with the fifth potion, Lord had put down the test tube in his hand and turned off the alcohol lamp. He lined up the ten potions and nodded slightly to Leyle, speaking calmly. ,"I've completed."

"Do you need me to wait for you?"

This sentence was simply a great irony to Leier, like a slap in the face of Leier, slapping his arrogance into nothingness.

Before Leyle could say anything, the dean of pharmacy walked slowly in front of Lord, gently opened the finished medicine he finished, and after sniffing it, he praised, "Skillful and sophisticated, Nothing went wrong from start to finish.”

"Pharmaceutical completion is perfect, I have nothing to fault with your answer sheet."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Leier, and Leier lowered his head unconsciously under the clear gaze of the dean, even a little ashamed.

The dean had a gentle attitude, "In the final analysis, Lord bullied you, a junior. After all, he is a professor hired by our Central College with a high salary. He has published several papers and independently researched several new pharmaceutical products."

When he said this, there was a bit of praise and pride, but Leyle clenched his fingers, his knuckles turned white, and there was a bit of resentment hidden in his eyes.

He didn't expect that this mixed race had already achieved such a high achievement when he was triumphant.

Why, why is this mixed race!

He actually lost!lost!

"However, you also need to adjust your mentality." The dean glanced at the broken test tube bottle on the ground, and sighed, "Actually, the fourth and fifth synthetic medicines should be able to be completed with your ability, but You were too anxious, and when you saw that Lord was ahead of you, you panicked, so that everything behind you was messed up."

"I hope you won't make such a low-level mistake as breaking a test tube in the future."

With a gloomy face, Leil took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, squeezed a few words between his teeth, "I lost."

"But don't be complacent. You won't be so lucky until the next competition. I want to see if you won or not."

Lord smiled slightly, and said lightly, "Then let's wait and see."

The next competition event is flying, which is on the playground of Central Academy.

After Lord thanked the dean of the School of Pharmacy, he was ready to walk to the playground with Ruan Tang.

The dean smiled kindly, "I'm very interested in your competition, why don't I go with you."

Naleil is narrow-minded and arrogant, and he managed to find such a good seed. In case Leier wants to harm Lord, he can also protect Lord a little if he is present.

Lord understood the old dean's intentions almost instantly, thanked him again, and went to the playground with the old dean.

On the way, Ruan Tang grabbed Lord's arm, his cheeks flushed with excitement, "Lord, you are really amazing!"

Especially when easily crushing Rael, it's simply too A!

He had always known that Lord was very good at potions, but when he saw Leyle's darkened face today, he really realized how powerful Lord was.

That Rael was a mixed race, self-righteous and superior, he thought how powerful he was, didn't he still lose to their Lord?

This time, Rael's face was probably going to be swollen.

Lord turned his head, put his forehead against Ruan Tang's, and rubbed his forehead affectionately. He stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of Ruan Tang's nose, smiled heavily, and said in a low voice, "I have something even better."

"I'll show you when I get home."

Ruan Tang just wanted to ask why he had to go home to see it, but he didn't know what he thought of, suddenly his ears turned red, and after pursing his mouth, he didn't ask any more.

Seeing the interaction between the two young men, the old dean couldn't help but smile.

The relationship between the young couple is really good.

It wasn't until the three of them arrived at the playground that they realized that there were many people sitting in the stands around the playground. At a glance, they were densely packed.

"It is estimated that Leier came here again to laugh at you."

Ruan Tang wished he could draw out his long whip right now, hang up Leier and beat him up.

This Rael just wished that Lord would lose, and the whole school would know after he made a fool of himself.

Lord kissed Ruan Tang's forehead, his gray-blue eyes were tinged with tenderness, "Don't be angry."

"The one who was ridiculed in the end, I don't know who it is."

Ruan Tang nodded angrily, and he and the old dean followed Lord and walked towards Leier.

Rael also recruited the dean of the seminary—an Angel of Light to be the referee.

The bright angel's face was indifferent, without any emotion. After seeing Lord's face, he was startled, and then frowned with some doubts.

Lord thought that this angel of light was disgusted with his mixed-blood identity. After all, he had walked over in the face of other people's contemptuous and disgusting eyes for more than ten years, so he didn't take it to heart.

Leyle pointed to a long pole beside him, "From here is the starting point of departure, from here to the bell tower of the Central College, and then back, whoever arrives first, wins."

The bell tower of the Central College is very high, and it can almost be regarded as the landmark building of Guangming City. Looking over from here, you can see most of the bell tower.

Not far, not near, just right.

This kind of competition has no flying skills, and only depends on the speed of flight to determine the winner.

Rael shook his shoulders triumphantly. He looked at the crowd around him, took off his coat, and let out his wings.

He looked at Lord with a sneer, "Today, these audiences will all witness your failure."

The corners of Lord's lips ticked, but he didn't answer.

Leier rolled his eyes and asked him loudly on purpose, "Where's your flying instrument, don't you plan to take it out, otherwise what do you expect to compete with me..."

He looked around, and before he finished speaking, he saw the expressions of disbelief on the faces of the people around him.

Leyle turned around in surprise, but saw a pair of white wings without any variegation, which looked inexplicably holy.