mandatory military uniform

Since the friendly match started at 10:00 in the morning, when Ling Tianen and Zhao Yumin rushed to the basketball court, the originally empty basketball court was already crowded with people.

Seeing Zhao Yumin and Ling Tianen approaching, the other students watching the battle immediately made way for them.

"Master Zhao!"

"Boss!"

"Hello, brothers!"

Compared with the other three A-level students, Zhao Yumin's relationship with his subordinates was undoubtedly much closer. Seeing Ling Tianen standing beside Zhao Yumin, the usually fierce B-level students winked and smirked.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

"~Master Ling."

Before Ling Tianen could speak, Zhao Yumin laughed and cursed for him, "Go! You are the sister-in-law, and your whole family is sister-in-law."

"Yes~"

Without arguing, these B and C grade students all had a hippie smile on their faces.

"Stop talking nonsense, how is the battle going?"

One game has ended, now is the intermission, Zhao Yumin asked.

"Don't worry, Boss, compared to us, those brats in Hangling are far behind. We will beat them by 15 points in the first game!"

Compared with the Holletts Basketball Club, which has repeatedly achieved good results in the military school basketball league, although the strength of Hangling is good, it is still slightly inferior in comparison, so in the first game, Hangling still played with The difference of fifteen points is temporarily behind.

"Fifteen?"

In fact, for a basketball game, the gap of 1 points is really not that big, let alone for Hollatz, who won No. [-] in the basketball league every year.

"I'll play next game."

If he didn't succeed in avenging the beauty of Tianen, but instead lost to Hang Ling's gang of turtles, he would be ashamed and humiliated.Looking at the basketball team members who came around, Zhao Yumin said.

"Really, are you big???!!!"

"With your words, we can rest assured~!"

Hearing that Zhao Yumin planned to play in person, all the students on Holetz's side became excited.

Who doesn't know that Zhao Yumin, one of the four A-level students and the president of the basketball club, is actually the ultimate killer?As long as he is there, Win Hangling is nothing to worry about.

"Boss, we are looking forward to your heroic appearance!"

"That's right, boss, we must kill all those short, ugly idiots in Hang Ling!"

With an evil smile, he cast a wink at Ling Tianen who was in the stands, "That beauty, I'm ready to play, huh? Look, I will help you teach those brats in Hang Ling a lesson!"

Ling Tianen raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and Ling Tianen was about to say something. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head as if being stabbed by a needle, and looked straight at the corner of the stand on the right.

Who was it just now?

It was that gaze on the boulevard that day, stabbing him fiercely just now, and when he really turned his head to look, he didn't find the person who had been watching him secretly...

"Heavenly grace beauty?..."

Seeing his vigilant expression, Zhao Yumin asked in a strange voice.

Following Ling Tianen's gaze, Zhao Yumin also looked towards the right side of the stand, but he looked left and right and saw that there were only students, and he didn't find anything unusual.

"It's nothing, you can go on stage." Shaking his head, Ling Tianen said.

"Okay, then I'll go."

"Ah."

And in the Western Sword Club adjacent to the basketball court, at this moment——

The man standing in the dark shadows, with a pair of secretive ice blue eyes, stared darkly and coldly at Zhao Yumin and Ling Tianen who were not far away.

How did they appear together?

Moreover, since when did Ling Tianen and Zhao Yumin get so familiar? ? ?

Looking sharply and gloomily at Zhao Yumin, who was dazzling on the field, and Ling Tianen, who was expressionless but could tell that he was in a good mood, the coldness in his blue eyes became even heavier.

"Your Highness."

Because the Western Sword is an event that the Hangling Military Academy does not have, it is naturally not included in the [Friendly Match] event, so now, compared with the huge crowds outside, the entire Western Sword Club looks gloomy.

As soon as I entered the Western Sword Club, I saw a man standing by the window. Member A of the Sword Club said respectfully, "Your Highness, the people from Hangling want to compete with us on Western Sword."

Competing with Western swords?

The blue eyes slowly moved away from Zhao Yumin and Ling Tianen on the basketball court, and moved to the member of the Western Sword Club.

"Who are they?" He asked coldly.

Originally, I thought that His Highness would definitely drive away these bastards with eyes on their buttocks without asking, but I didn't expect His Highness to be interested in asking them about their origins.

Taking a step back, the member said respectfully, "It's the man who confessed to Young Master Ling yesterday, there is also a boy who looks like a woman, and an inferior person with the blood of the Boundary Planet."

In the eyes of these hereditary descendants of the great aristocrats, it is natural to divide people into three, six, and nine classes, and in their standards, the worst race is the brown and brown race that has undergone genetic mutation due to the harsh environment of the frontier planet. There are three kinds of people: black, brown and black.

The person who confessed to Ling Tianen yesterday?

Ignoring the others, Emio only heard this sentence in his ears.

"Let them in."

The turbulent and gloomy poisonous flames in his heart made Emio urgently need to find an outlet to vent, after listening, he said coldly.

"...Yes, Your Highness."

***

"Senmen, do you really know how to use Western swords?"

Here, Lu Ze, who was standing at the gate of the Western Sword Club, asked worriedly.

Knowing that western swords are not a friendly event, Senmen (that is, the pilot student who confessed to Ling Tianen) forced him to hold him because of the sentence "No matter what we do, the young masters of the Holletts Military Academy must welcome us". He came to the Western Sword Club with Guan Wei. For some reason, Lu Ze always had a very bad feeling.

"Oh, Ann, Luze, don't worry, do you think I can't deal with those weak young masters like chickens?" Senmen promised confidently, patting his chest.

"It's not a question of whether it can be settled, but... well, anyway, this is not very good, what do you think, Guan Wei?"

Completely unable to persuade the simple-minded Senmen, Lu Ze looked at Guan Wei who was silent at the side as if asking for help.

however--

Guan Wei couldn't help thinking to himself as the beautiful face that looked at him on the basketball court floated in front of his dark brown eyes.

This is the second time.

The second time [he] noticed that he was watching his every move in the dark for the first time.

It is so easy to be noticed by him again and again, is [he] too sensitive, or is he too underestimating the enemy?

"Guan Wei?"

Lu Ze's voice brought Guan Wei back to reality.

"what?"

"what!"

Seeing that Guan Wei had finally paid attention to him, Lu Ze couldn't hide a smile on her beautiful face, and wanted Guan Wei to help persuade Senmen, who didn't know how to use Western swords at all, to back off quickly while the other party didn't come.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a cold and arrogant voice sounded.

"Hey, you guys, our president has allowed you to come in, come with me."

"Cut! What does it mean that your president [allows] us to go in?! Didn't it mean that you must accept us unconditionally?!"

No matter how hard the member's words sounded, how no matter how he understood them, there was a sense of aloofness in them, Mormon couldn't help retorting loudly from behind.

"Humph."

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of reptile, the member coldly glanced at the blushing and thick-necked Mormon, and walked ahead to lead the way by himself.

Having said that, the three of them obediently followed that member into the Western Sword Club.

"Wow, this place is really big."

"Yes, these furnishings are really luxurious..."

As the scene changed, Senmen and Luze couldn't help but sigh in admiration as they walked.

Indeed, if you just look at the quaint exterior of the Western Sword Society, you can never imagine how classic and extravagant its interior is.

Just the precious and unique antiques and furnishings on both sides of the corridor made Senmen and Luze, who had seen a lot since coming to Holaiz, sigh repeatedly.

"Senmen, do you want to tell them now that we don't want to compare?"

Holletts Military Academy is already extremely luxurious, but this Western Sword Club is obviously more luxurious than the school by more than one level.

Even fools know that the person who can be the [president] of this kind of place must not be an ordinary student, so he tugged on Morimon's sleeve, and before it caused a catastrophe, Lu Ze hurriedly asked quietly.

"I didn't say you, Lu Ze, you must have ambition to be a man. How can you increase the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige?! Just wait, I will clean up their president in a while and beg for mercy!"

He opened his mouth, even if Lu Ze wanted to say something, it was already too late.

The three of them were brought to the hall of the Western Sword Club. At this time, a swordsman wearing a black swordsmanship uniform was already waiting on the stage in the center of the hall.

I don't know why, even though the other party didn't do anything, the boy who was half a head taller than Morimon still gave Luze a very dangerous and depressing feeling.

"Your Highness."

Walking over with great reverence, the boy who led the way said something in a low voice to the black-clothed swordsman standing still on the stage.

"........."

After listening to the boy's words, the blue eyes under the black swordsmanship uniform looked straight at Morimon opposite.

"let's start."

An unforgettable low magnetic voice slowly rang out with a trace of cruelty.