Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Looking at the chaotic battle in front of him, Qian Mu felt a little bit of regret, and also a little bit of doubt about himself:

Are you sure, really sure... Do you want to ease the relationship with this group of people and join the team of supporting actors who don't compete or compete?

……uncertain.Yes, very, very uncertain.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is too late to repent, Qian Mu can only close his eyes and forcefully convince himself that this is a necessary sacrifice for the sake of peace and relaxation in the future.

Isn't it just being yelled at by people as a rare species?Isn't it just suspected that there is something wrong with the body, something wrong with the brain, something wrong with everything?

I will endure.

As for this "sacrifice" that must be forcibly endured, will it lead him to a path of no return, and he will never come back after being led astray by the teasers...

Qianmu's heart choked inexplicably, and the ominous premonition made him completely unwilling to think about it.

That's it, it can't be worse——Thinking of this, Qianmu felt a little more comfortable, and when surrounded by everyone nervously, he was able to maintain a "mild" smile for the time being.

"I am in good health. I have no fever, no discomfort, and no head bumps. Thank you for your concern."

How "warm" the red-haired young man's smile is, how cold the wind is.

"..."

"Really. Haha, hahaha...haha..."

A group of people who came forward were all forced back by his oppressive gaze.

There is only one Itahang who is too fast, and has already rushed forward with a lunge... At this time, he retracted his hand that was touching Qianmu's forehead in embarrassment: "It seems to be very energetic? Sorry, it seems that the nervousness scared you ...Hey wait, Yuan, why does it feel like your forehead is really hot?"

"There's no such thing, it's because the squad leader's body temperature has risen after exercising." Qian Mu took half a step back without any trace, "Don't worry, it's my own body anyway, I won't mess around, don't delay the assembly time. "

"Yuan Qianmu, if you really feel unwell, don't be brave, I can give you a day off."

On the side, even Instructor Onitsuka, who never allowed students to be lazy, said this with confidence, making Qian Mu even more helpless.

Fortunately, there is no need for him to explain again. The reliable deputy class teacher "Mr. Fujiwara" laughed enough and finally relieved Qianmu: "Haha, you all misunderstood, in fact, I was talking to Yuan Qianmu yesterday. After talking, Yuan Qianmu has always been troubled by how to deal with interpersonal relationships, so I gave him some advice..."

"...Yes, I was inspired by Fujiwara's assistant class."

Qian Mu resisted the urge to stare at a big actress, quickly combined the context, and continued following Belmode's words.

Everyone was stunned: "It turned out that the deputy class had a heart-to-heart talk with Yuan Jun... Uh, Yuan Jun, is it because you are troubled by interpersonal problems?"

"..."

There is indeed another sense of distress, but it is definitely not the meaning they think.

Qian Mu lowered his gaze, feeling a little reluctant: "...Well, especially after yesterday's incident, I don't want to disappoint everyone's kindness, so I—"

According to Belmode's tutorial, the change here needs to be attributed to yesterday's touch of unity and friendship, and then a little cautious temptation at the end, which seems to be a bit hurt in the heart.

However, this tentative line is a bit... weird.

With Qian Mu still not able to practice at home, there is nothing wrong with saying it expressionlessly during private practice, but now, in front of so many people——

"........."

He got stuck without accident.

In the end, he turned into a person with a cold face facing a group of people, and he was embarrassed on the mountainside, with the wind blowing and falling leaves, which was very bleak.

However, this reaction is correct.If Qian Mu really acted too enthusiastically, it would be too scary.

Yi Dahang and the others didn't feel anything strange at all, they gave a heavy "ah", and then immediately reacted, Qi Qi said that it was not surprising at all, they were too fussy.

A bit of guilt was planted in the hearts of these warm-hearted people, which not only instantly rationalized Qian Mu's abnormal behavior this morning, but also made them inexplicably... flattered and excited——

Is this really Yuan Qianmu himself who was arrogant and ignorant in his impression?It seems to be true, yesterday I just went for a run with him, and he was so touched... Oh, I'm so sorry, but my heart is warm, it's not bad.

but!Sure enough, Yuan Qianmu, who was still indifferent, felt more at ease. Although he couldn't demand too much from a gifted student who was not good at mixing...but his sudden kindness was too scary, and he couldn't get used to it in a short time.

"Tsk, the smile is too ferocious, I thought I was having some kind of nightmare."

Just now he was relieved that there was no trace at the side, and immediately confronted Qian Mu's voice from the side, and he knew who it was.

"Yes, it's good that Xiaoqianmu is fine, please leave Xiaozhenping alone." Kenji Hagiwara quickly ran back to the queue before the instructor's roar, and pushed Faxiao away together.

When passing in front of Qianmu, Hagiwara Kenji suddenly turned his head, with average experience in imparting, he smiled brightly at Qianmu: "Don't listen to this idiot, the contrast between Xiaoqianmu today and yesterday is a bit big, but it is definitely a good thing! "

"Please take care of me from now on, Yuan Qianmu."

Saluting with one hand jokingly, he patted Qianmu's left shoulder while putting his hand down.

Qianmu's eyes changed slightly, and he didn't miss any details of Hagiwara Ken's second palm from lifting to falling.

His subconscious mind and physical reaction were warning him in advance, asking him to avoid this meaningless physical contact—but the fact is, it seemed that the machine suddenly hit an obstacle when it was running at high speed, and the force of the rebound made Qian Mu feel uncomfortable. Suddenly froze.

In other words, he watched the young man in front of him pretend to raise his hand casually, and then he got his wish and successfully took a picture of himself.

"Huh! This time we met, a leap forward."

Hagiwara Kenji was in a happy mood and ran fast, as if Qianmu wanted to catch him and beat him up.

Qian Mu: "..."

His chest was inexplicably congested, but that seemingly simple move just now seemed like a milestone symbol—a symbol of his inexplicable persistence in a certain aspect, and someone happily used a shovel to open a corner, The man also threw the shovel, and ran very fast on the spot holding the corner of the shovel.

I regret it, I really want to catch him back and beat him up.

Just as Qianmu was meditating dissatisfiedly, his shoulder suddenly felt another pain.

"Get along well, Yuan."

Yi Dahang grinned, waved his bowl-sized fist, and lightly touched Qianmu's chest facing his heart.

It has nothing to do with the time or the situation. This action indicates the touch of heart to heart, which represents acceptance and recognition, or some kind of precious invitation.

... Someone came over with a hoe again, and wanted to plan off his second and third corners?

Of course, Qian Mu didn't think that he would turn against and be defeated so easily. The scope and time of the intersection with these people had long been limited, and everything shown in it was just an illusion.

So, he responded naturally: "Okay, please take care of me."

"Wow! The plot of this kind of boy manga is too foul, I want to do it again!"

The rest of the class were also actively fulfilling their role as supporting roles at this time. After seeing the harmonious interaction between the class leader and Qian Mu, they insisted on coming over to do the same.

"—Ji, together!!! Do you bastards want to dawdle until dark!"

"Wow! The instructor is angry! Withdraw, withdraw, talk about it next time!"

"By the way, Yuan-jun, I see you differently, hehe, you must be gentle next time when you throw me against me."

Some people were quick to take a picture of Qianmu, and some people didn't have time to take pictures, and they laughed and scattered under the stare of Onizuka instructor. When they stood up again, they all looked serious, wearing training clothes and jackets, and their young faces looked vigorous in the sun. Vigorous, worthy of being the pillars of the motherland.

Qian Mu had a panoramic view of this scene, raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders that were about to be bruised, regardless of whether his expression was indifferent or bored, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Fujiwara, who was disguised by Belmode, and the ghost I don't know who it is for, Belmode made a silent applause while chatting.

——Very well, quite a perfect "performance".

Qian Mu acted as if he hadn't seen it, and returned to his position at the back of the queue. When he settled his feet, the left hand side and the rear were still empty. After a blink of an eye, someone quickly inserted the cat's waist.

"Catch up, catch up, it would be a pity if I missed the interaction just now."

On the left, Zhu Fu Jingguang straightened his chest and retracted his abdomen, without squinting his eyes. Onitsuka instructor's eagle eyes ignored his small movements: "Yuan-jun, we are also here, please give me more advice in the future."

"...Your side?"

Jiang Gu Ling behind him also moved his lips invisibly: "And me, you shouldn't dislike me—— right?"

Qian Mu's psychological activities are of course not welcome, but unfortunately, this can only be thought of, not talked about.

"Mr. Jiang Gu, Mr. Zhu Fu, I personally also hope to establish a normal [classmate] friendship with you."

Qian Mu's focus is on "classmates", which means that it is good for everyone to maintain a harmonious relationship on the surface, and please never upgrade or transform without authorization.

But Fugu Ling and the others are different. A classmate can be just a classmate, or it can be the beginning of a friendship, the starting point of a friend. Normal people would think that it must be the latter, right?

"I didn't expect to reach an agreement so smoothly. You really have changed. It's been like this for a long time..."

"zero--"

"I can't bear it anymore, there are always idiots chirping behind me!"

"Oh really, Xiao Zhenping was moved by this touching atmosphere, so if you want to join in, just say so. Anyway, I will sign up quietly first..."

"Cough—uh cough!"

Qian Mu: "?"

Things are not right.

Before, he didn't talk even when he was standing together, so he was indifferent to his surroundings, so he didn't notice it. At this time, the familiar 360 five-degree surround sound came together, and Qian Mu didn't realize it. His position...why are all the protagonists in the front, back, left, and right sides? member? !

Why was he surrounded by this group of big troubles again!

Qian Mu suddenly had an ominous premonition that after going around for a long time, he still couldn't get out of the clutches of fate...

No.

As the big boss of the evil forces, how could he be afraid of these rookies who haven't even graduated from the police academy.

After the assembly and counting was over, the group disbanded as usual and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast. By default, the few people who had established a friendship with Qian Mu had just been free, so they wanted to invite Qian Mu to join them.

Police cadets also like to eat, train, and rest in groups. Like Qian Mu, he disappears immediately after training. Whether he goes to the cafeteria or the bathhouse, he is a lone ranger by himself. He is indeed a maverick, one of the few.

Before Hagiwara Kenji shouted the phrase "Where is the little Qianmu?" Everyone, including Matsuda Jinpei, felt that after talking, Qianmu will not disappear alone this time, right? The friendship of men , You can start brewing with a partner to make a meal, and after upgrading a little bit, you can meet in the bathhouse to take a bath.

however.

"You were behind me just now, why did you lose the ability to turn your head and talk?"

On the playground after the breakup, the neat queue turned into rolling sand. Kenji Hagiwara plunged into the chaotic pile of people and squeezed out, with both shock and disappointment on his face: "Strange, did you see him?"

"No."

"No, it's too fast."

"Could it be that Mr. Yuan still feels awkward, so... ahh! What's the big deal, it's not a twitchy kid."

Shen Yin, the group of five who had become acquainted more or less with the troubled youth Yuan Qianmu, had serious expressions on their faces.

This little buddy who just barely joined is not so difficult to deal with.

If they hadn't carefully observed, pondered carefully, and actively contacted...they saw through Yuan Qianmu's inconsistency in nature, and they would wonder if he really disliked them.

--dislike?No no no, it doesn't exist.

The little friend has a cold face and a soft heart. Although his social skills are extremely low, since he has decided to get along well with him, he needs to take it easy.

"...How do you feel that we are here to catch cats, or are they... wild cats with erratic personalities and erratic movements...Speaking of which, is there such an unfriendly, red-haired breed?"

I don't know which corner my thoughts drifted to, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a while, and suddenly made a sharp complaint.

The other four looked over with horrified eyes.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has a simple, reliable and good youthful face: "? What's the matter, cough... don't you look like it?"

The other four people: "..."

Like, so similar.

"--puff!"

Although it's not very kind to make up your mind like this, and there is a risk of being beaten violently if you are discovered, but once you start this idea... the more you think about it, the more vivid it becomes, what should I do!

At this time, the independent canteen outside the playground.

Holding the dinner plate, Qian Mu sat in the farthest corner where few people pay attention as usual. This is the best seat he had carefully selected since he first entered the school.

There are pillars on both sides, and after sitting down, his figure is perfectly blocked.

More than half a month has passed, and Qianmu has never been disturbed during the meal time, and it is unlikely that anyone will go around the cafeteria just to disturb him from eating——

Sudden thorns on his back, Qian Mu stood up reflexively as soon as he sat down, his extremely alert eyes shot around in a hurry, as if he was facing an enemy in an instant.

"..."

No.

There is no dangerous person in sight.

In this way, it won't happen that one second he vowed that he couldn't be disturbed, and the next second, five big men with eyes staring at him will appear, sit in a circle around him, and then each of them will say something like "eat food!" What's up?" "Is this delicious?" "My taste is also delicious, come and try?" The awkward chat.

Qian Mu sat back with a complicated mood.

He himself felt that his reaction was a bit exaggerated, and he lost his usual indifference and calmness. Is it possible that he was psychologically shadowed by those funny comparisons because of his unlucky encounter before 24 hours?

Just kidding, impossible.

The cafeteria prepares a rich variety of dishes for the students, full of high nutrition and high protein, grains, vegetables and fruits are all prepared, try to satisfy different tastes, if you want, you can even have a big bowl of rice first, and then a bowl of hot Udon noodle.

And Qianmu's breakfast is very simple, and you can feel the lightness just by listening to it: a bowl of fine rice porridge, a small dish of tofu with almost no seasoning, boiled vegetables, and a hard-boiled egg.

No matter what kind of food you put in your mouth, it’s as bland as plain water. If you try it with someone else, you probably don’t want to come back the next day after eating it for one day. It’s estimated that in the whole cafeteria, only this quiet red-haired young man can look so good while eating. Change.

Qian Mu is just used to it.

Eating is to meet the necessary nutritional needs, with "health" as the premise, no matter what you want to eat or how it tastes, he will not change his face... Maybe there are very few ingredients that will enjoy special treatment, but that is not important, Anyway, in the end he would eat them with no expression on his face.

Today's meal was eaten slowly, and I really didn't taste anything unusual.

Qianmu's daily eating speed is faster than yesterday when he was stared at by several people in the ward, but compared with other people, it is still irritatingly slow. He still has a little time to spare before class, and it is all up to him to eat. Get less.

Just as he was habitually stirring the rice porridge with a spoon slowly, the students from other classes sitting nearby finished eating, and walked past him with their plates talking and laughing.

One of them just complained: "Today's saury definitely put too much salt, it almost didn't salt me ​​to death."

"It's okay, I think the taste of tofu is more problematic." His companion said, "Didn't we just add water and boil it for us before, but today it is rare to cook it with high soup, but when I taste it, the taste It’s so salty, it’s so salty that I drank a glass of water!”

"That's not salty, you haven't eaten saury, so you don't say anything if you eat it."

"Shall I serve you a plate of tofu now?"

The two discussed which dish was saltier, saury or tofu in broth, and they walked away unconvinced.

"..."

Qian Mu was still sitting at the original position, the spoon stopped on the rather light-looking lactone tofu, scooped up a little and put it in his mouth, tasted it, and frowned slightly.

Still tasteless, let alone how salty it was.

People have different tastes, and it is not surprising that there are differences in perception.Qian Mu didn't take the occasional comments seriously, and continued to finish his breakfast properly.

Facts have proved that his time control has always been extremely accurate. After eating according to this rhythm, instead of going back to the dormitory, he put on his long-sleeved uniform and went directly to the bathroom to change. .

After all, even if you want to change your strategy and make friends with people you don't want to contact, you must stick to the bottom line and prevent the pure land-like private time from being disturbed by the protagonists——

"..."

The two roads leading to the bathhouse are open and bright without being blocked. There are people and no one in sight, and there is no possibility of one, two, three, four, five people suddenly appearing from any direction.

Enough is enough, there is no need to stand at the door of the bathroom and look around.Again and again, what the hell is he doing?

If others passed by him, they would definitely be taken aback by the red-haired young man who suddenly stood there and looked coldly at the void. The heavy black resentment was almost twisted into wool, floating out of him.

Qian Mu found that his train of thought was gradually getting out of order, and if he continued like this, it would be over and he had to stop.

So what if we actually ran into each other?He doesn't have to be afraid at all.I was so unnaturally nervous all the way, probably because I exercised too much yesterday. Although my body is fine, my spirit has not recovered.

At this point, there are not many people in the collective bathroom, and no one has the habit of peeping or forcibly catching a glimpse of the same-sex bathing. It just so happens that the place is large enough, and the only few people keep a distance from each other in a tacit understanding without disturbing each other.

Qian Mu was still looking for the corner position, but not just because he was not used to showing his body in the eyes of others. Since he entered the police academy, he basically had no personal privacy at all. This kind of detail habit is good.

He took off his clothes ahead of time, and stood by the shower wrapped in a white towel. He wrung out the scalding hot water first, and waited until the hazy water vapor overflowed enough to cover his body shallowly before stepping into the oncoming curtain of rushing water.

No matter who is looking at this side, he always turns his back to the possible line of sight, facing the shadow where the water mist and the ground seam meet.

"Whoa whoa-"

Rapid water sprays continuously washed every inch of skin on the body. An arm that was made more transparent by the raindrops stretched out from the thick white steam that seemed to melt it, and took the shower gel that was hanging on the shower bracket.

Qian Mu's figure is actually not thin, one should not misunderstand that he is really a weak and empty frame just because of his pale face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and because of his thin and thin body, which seems to be blown away by the wind.

Although he is not as exaggeratedly bulging as his well-trained contemporaries, and his strength is written on his biceps and hulking waist, the red-haired young man has a slender figure, and his body has a restrained but not to be underestimated outline. Wraps the slightly slender bones, no more, no less, very streamlined beauty.

Maybe it's because he hasn't exercised enough, the muscles on his limbs don't look too strong at the moment, but combined with the kicking skills he is particularly good at, one can imagine how terrifying explosive power is contained in those straight legs.

Qianmu took a shower more efficiently than he did when he was eating, but it took only about 3 minutes to take a shower.

He was in the lingering hot air, perhaps it was quite comfortable to wash away his tiredness with warmth, and he closed his eyes for some reason, not for a long time.

After waking up, his head was a little dizzy, but it should be regarded as a normal reaction. Qian Mu didn't pay attention to it. When he was about to turn off the water, his outstretched right hand paused, and suddenly changed direction, touching the back of his neck.

It turned out that the excessively long hair tail was washed by hot water, and was stained with the foam that had not been washed off. It was wet and stuck together, and slipped between the forehead and the shoulder blade.

The red hair, which was slightly dull in color after being wet, touched the skin, which looked like some kind of scary mottled traces.

When Qian Mu looked down, he thought in a trance that what he touched was blood.

Because the stream of water that slid down the tail of the hair, with the scorching heat that burned through the skin, eroded to the left side of the chest, which was like a restricted area.

A ferocious dark red scar lingered on the pale skin, corresponding to the left atrium inside the chest cavity.

When the scar was covered by heat, the dusty memory in the past seemed to be unsealed, as if the blood had gushed out mercilessly, and it couldn't stop staining his right hand that was clutching that layer of flesh red.

The dormant hallucination finally seized the rare opportunity to confuse with reality, disrupting his mind in one fell swoop.

"...!"

Qianmu Yinhong's pupils constricted, and her heart, which was still beating normally, seemed to be ruthlessly crushed by a hand at this moment.

The severe pain of being pierced by a sharp weapon and being torn apart in an instant came to my mind, and then flooded my whole body...

"Bang!"

The few people who hadn't left the bathhouse were startled by the sudden loud noise, regardless of whether the environment was embarrassing or not, they immediately followed the prestige.

In the corner, the shower head was still rushing to flush the water. The red-haired young man was drenched in the long water curtain from head to toe, and even the bath towel around his waist was soaked.

It seemed that some accident had happened. It was his right arm that hit the shower bracket hard just now, and now his arm that seemed to have been hit hard was still holding on to the bracket, so as to prop up his half-bent forward body so as not to continue to move forward. fall.

"Yuan... Qianmu?"

Someone recognized Qian Mu from the iconic red hair, but because they were unfamiliar, they could only ask tentatively from a distance: "What happened?"

Qian Mu straightened up quickly, and through the sound of rushing water, his calm voice came out: "I'm sorry, I just accidentally lost my footing, it's not a big problem."

"Oh, the ground is really slippery, be careful."

The conversation ended here, after all, we are not in the same class, not even nodding acquaintances.

However, even though they only glanced at it briefly, they noticed the wound on Qianmu's chest that healed like a centipede clinging to it.

But they are not sure, and they suspect that their eyes are dazzled, and they see the shadow as a scar from too far away.

Because such a terrible wound was left on the heart, there was no need to consider whether it was a penetrating wound or a cutting wound. People would not be able to live on the spot. How could they still be alive and kicking now.

In addition, the police academy has to go through a physical examination before enrolling. If there are such obvious injuries left on the body surface, no matter what the reason is, they will basically be screened out.

At this time, Qian Mu has no spare energy to consider whether others have discovered something, and guessed something in his mind.

He turned off the water as fast as he could, took care of himself, and left the bathroom in a hurry with his undried hair loose, with a little bit of seriousness remaining in his eyes.

From morning till now, his condition is indeed a little bit wrong. After waking up early in the morning, his whole body feels heavy and tired like being run over by a car. It is not the most troublesome thing. Now the occasional trance is what really troubles him.

Was the overloaded exercise yesterday really too much?

It was like this just at the beginning, all kinds of troubles made Qian Mu's bloodless face unavoidably show a trace of impatience, of course, it can't be ruled out that he was affected by the unspeakable anxiety again.

——Until this moment, Qian Mu believed that his abnormality today was caused by his overwork yesterday.

The feeling of being eroded by fatigue and powerlessness in all directions is very uncomfortable, but it is enough to overcome it, and Qian Mu will not feel resentful for this little trouble.

The problem of trance is also easy to solve. After today's training is over, tomorrow will be a weekly holiday. He can relax easily after going back to rest for a day.

Afterwards, according to the original plan, Qianmu honestly returned to the meeting place, attended the morning training on time, returned to the classroom to take two professional courses, and ate a more bland lunch alone in a state of seclusion. Physical training.

Given that he had already threatened in advance—no, he had invited those who needed to return the gift, it was rare for Qian Mu not to take advantage of the loopholes to step aside during the duel time, and he would never stand if he could sit.

In the eyes of the students in the class and the instructors who were surprised, shocked, and moved.

He stood up.

There was even a slightly less weird smile on his face.

What a coincidence, the lucky classmate who was beaten first on the stage was the same as the candidate in the first sparring, ita hong.

Itahang watched Qianmu slowly walk up to him with mixed eyes of relief and emotion, just like the day he was almost exhausted to death by Qianmu who refused to attack head-on.

"I'm ready to receive the gift." Itahang seemed relieved with a wry smile.

Qian Mu: "Yes. You can choose the speed, I suggest choosing the faster one."

Date Hang: "Okay then, hurry up and save time."

The onlookers may feel that they are playing charades, and they are still confused, but the answer is immediately blurred to the eyes.

In the center of the venue, Qianmu and Datehang looked at each other, saluted, and put on a posture...

"boom!"

It’s over.

That's right, that's the end of it.

Qian Mu, who had never had a face-to-face confrontation without the most common way of walking people for a long time before killing him, unexpectedly this time went against his usual behavior, and at the moment the order sounded, he stepped forward——

His movements are too fast to be captured by the naked eye. He grabs the right front and right sleeve of Itahang with both hands, lifts and pulls, and then suddenly turns around and steps down. The series of movements are smooth and flowing, which is his style of never wasting any effort. .

Yi Dahang hung his feet in the air, and only stayed behind Qianmu for a moment. His height and shape completely crushed the red-haired young man, and he fell to the ground suddenly like a mountain that was uprooted by the breeze and then buckled heavily.

"........."

"Is it because you are knocked down in a head-on battle? Suddenly, you feel that there is no point in practicing..."

"The meaning is still there. You practice more and your reaction keeps up."

Yi Dahang was lying on the ground, only feeling that his back hurt more than before: "Then after keeping up, is there any hope of reaching the level of counterattack?"

"No—not sure, I can only say that there is hope." Qian Mu said, "Or another target, you come to hide and try to wear down my physical strength."

I thought it would take a lot of effort to fall on the back of the hands, and he would feel even more uncomfortable because he was already a little uncomfortable, but after practice, after sweating a little in the vest, he felt a little more relaxed.

Qian Mu suddenly had a little motivation to continue, took the opportunity to move his wrist, and finally got a little spiritual look in his eyes: "Next, who will come?"

The remaining four people who were forced to "return the gift" received sympathetic looks from the surroundings, and fell silent immediately.

The second player to play is Matsuda Jinping.

Surprisingly, this player actually asked to play first.

Putting on the white Dao uniform, the curly-haired guy was still the cool guy with savage eyes. He also moved his wrists and ankles immediately, and looked at Qian Mu with provocative eyes: "I have a chance to beat you up, I'm welcome!" gone."

Brother Ku opened his mouth full of confidence, as if he was sure of sweeping away the decline of technical talents in judo, which made the spectators outside the field respectful: "As expected of you, let's put on a hard fight before you get beaten." In other words, when I fell to the ground, I didn’t look so embarrassed, thank you for learning.”

Matsuda Jinpei was extremely annoyed: "...shut up!"

Qian Mu shook his slightly dizzy head indistinctly, raised his eyes to look at the second recipient of the gift, and was still thinking before the duel began.

He doesn't dislike Matsuda Jinpei, after all, he is not an undercover bomb disposal elite who died young, and will not affect the operation of the winery.

Even if Matsuda Jinhei met him at the gate of the police academy and found fault for no reason, which indirectly caused all kinds of accidents later, and all the incidents that entangled him since then, there is this curly active figure...

He also wouldn't use ten times more force on others to break Matsuda Jinpei's curly hair straight - yes, this is also true.

Three times, that's all, five times is enough.Matsuda Jinpei should be happy that Qianmu was willing to waste his precious physical strength.

Suspecting that he had caught the imminent crisis, the curly-haired cool guy showed alert eyes, and felt bad in his heart.

Qian Mu twitched the corner of his mouth at him, probably this smile was to express...friendliness.

Matsuda Zhenping immediately tensed his vest, but he still refused to admit defeat easily.

Face to face, battle ready.

"three--"

Just when the slogan was about to fall, Matsuda Jinhei's scrutinizing gaze fell into the eyes of Qianmu who was not far away.

He suddenly asked a random question: "Why did you come to the police academy?"

"two--"

I don't know what he is looking for in the red eyes, but there is nothing he can find in Qian Mu's eyes.

Qianmu was too calm, during the final preparation time, he briefly brushed away his half-covered eyes and even looked extremely empty, only reflecting Matsuda Jinpei's face of astonishment.

Qian Mu said: "Regarding this matter, Mr. Matsuda may have misunderstood me all along."

"If possible, I don't want to come to the police academy."

"I'm actually pretty annoying--certain annoying cops."

"One... the winner, Yuan Qianmu!"

"Bang!" followed by the countdown "one".

Matsuda Jinpei, with the shock and confusion of "Why does he even hate the police, can't I be hallucinating?", died.

Next, Qianmu, who was sweating all over and was a little out of breath, but his mood became more and more relaxed, continued to clean up one after another... Accompanied by Hagiwara Kenji and Zhu Fu Jingguang for practice.

His sparring partner never mixes any personal emotions, and the treatment of his opponents is equal, like playing a heavy hand against Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has the title of future undercover agent on his head, and opening the floodgates to Hagiwara Kenji, who has a good impression of him who has never provoked him... or something, It doesn't exist at all.

There is only one person left.

Standing in the dojo, Qianmu panted heavily, and a "happy" expression clearly appeared on his ruddy face, but it gave people a hundred times more terrifying feeling than his indifferent face.

The astonishing pressure was all on Jiang Gu Ling in an instant.

His friends, who were bruised and swollen all over, were supporting him. What the unknowing students saw were hearty duels, and they were looking forward to the battle that was about to begin.

The legendary No. 1, who is extremely weak in physical strength, but relies on his skills to stabilize him, and the talented student who has almost won the first place in everything except martial arts, are going to face each other seriously!

Although I feel that Jiang Gu... well, Jiang Gu Ling should still not be Yuan Qianmu's opponent, but the sense of anticipation can still be filled, what if there is a surprise?

"Jianggu! Come on! Yuan doesn't have much strength, and it's not like you have no chance at all."

"Don't fall down like the previous ones, hold on for a few more seconds."

The cheers of joining in the fun were loud, and Jiang Gu Ling raised his hand to wipe the sweat that was dripping from his forehead, his radiant gray-blue eyes brightened, but the smile from the corner of his mouth was unavoidably more helpless: "I haven't even played yet. Start to say bad news, do you want me to win or me to fall."

The unwillingness to admit defeat rose in his heart, and he pretended not to hear Hagiwara muttering to the inexplicably erratic Matsuda, how badly he would be thrown, and immediately entered the field eager to try.

Jiang Gu Ling's excitement only lasted until Qian Mu walked over slowly.

"?!"

Before he could stand still, Jiang Gu Ling's face suddenly changed at a speed that was unmatched by ordinary people, and his hands also rushed forward at the same time.

This inexplicable move was too sudden, but Qian Mu still reacted in time.

Unlike the "pretend" when some people clamored to touch his forehead and pat his shoulders not long ago, Qianmu planned to avoid it seriously this time, but for some reason, at the critical moment, his inexplicably tired spirit dragged him back leg.

His movements seemed to be moving at a slow speed, and he actually let himself be touched by the undercover protagonist with a negative favorability score——on his forehead.

Qian Mu: "...?"

Even the reaction of disgust was delayed by half a beat, this is not like him at all.

Even Jiang Gu Ling himself felt the same way, he could easily grasp it as soon as he raised his hand... No, the Yuan Qianmu he touched was nothing like the Yuan Qianmu they agreed to be a humanoid cat after discussion!

"I knew it--"

Jiang Gu Ling, who suddenly launched a surprise attack, gritted his teeth in an extra layer of gnashing of teeth: "You