Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script

Yuling's dormitory has been tidied up, the beds and bedding are neat, and even a set of washing tools is prepared for each person and placed by the table.

The dormitory borrows the decoration style of Tianlai Kingdom’s buildings. It is not earthen walls and clay tiles. The walls are painted with a smooth surface, which feels similar to modern tiles. Most of the furniture is made of high-pass wood with light colors. White, compared with the mahogany that many people in the Jin Dynasty love to use, it is a bit less heavy.

The bed is a bit smaller than the one used at home, but it is stronger and more durable. The black and blue school uniform is hung on the hanger beside the bed.

Even if it is a room for two, the space is not small, and the inside is very spacious. In addition to the large wardrobe, there is also a balcony. A small round table is placed on the balcony, and the tablecloth is carefully spread.

The baggage in Yan Yu's hand is actually nothing, she has stuffed all the important things in the soul domain, but there is everything here, and she saves time to clean it up, but the person next to her is different.

Yin Beiqing was only used to the custom-made set of items he found someone to order. From the cup to the pillow cover, from the lining to the bedding, he had to change it, and he almost had to tear down the dormitory and rebuild it.

She bent down, lifted the sheet that was already laid on the bed, and started to work dully, her movements were not very skilled, the four corners were not aligned after pulling seven or eight times, Yan Yu could imagine the look on her face through her back A violent look.

"Let me help you."

"No, you sit down."

Yan Yu didn't insist anymore, said "Then pack up and call me", then leaned on her arm and closed her eyes.

She didn't sleep well at Lin Hegui last night, probably because she was thinking too much during the day, and she started to have nightmares after closing her eyes for a while, and was woken up three times in one night, so she simply sat up and read a book to wake up.

From dawn to morning, he forcibly picked up five books from Lin Hegui's study.

The sunlight was too strong, Yan Yu felt uncomfortable after lying down for a while, then sat up again and found out the blindfold she made and put it on.

She originally thought of just resting for a few minutes. After all, Yin Beiqing seemed to have a long time to clean up, but after resting, she couldn't help but fell asleep.

Maybe it's that such a sneaky sleep is so rare, so the quality of sleep this time was very high, I didn't have any nightmares at all, and I didn't have that kind of insecurity that I always feel cold wind blowing in when I'm wrapped in a quilt all over my body.

The non-heavy noises in my ears never stopped, as if giving a signal that she was always there.

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Yu suddenly heard Panpan's aggrieved humming, she raised her hand and took off the blindfold, "What's wrong?"

Little chubby... oh, now the big chubby Panpan sits on the side angrily, "The bad girl won't let me make a sound, but I'm hungry."

Yan Yu turned her gaze again to look at Yin Beiqing, but she didn't expect him to be so close, so she stood by the bed and stared at her.

"Why don't you call me?"

"You look very tired."

Yan Yu touched her face, "Is there any?"

There was no verbal response, but Yin Beiqing bent down towards her, protruding that face that would surprise her no matter how many times she looked at it.

"Have."

She always likes to approach suddenly in a way that Yan Yu can't adapt to, but she doesn't notice it.

"Eat." Yin Beiqing squeezed something, raised his hand and stuffed it into Yan Yu's mouth.

Yan Yu subconsciously pushed it out with the tip of her tongue, but was found a gap instead, allowing the opponent's fingers to push in.

The taste buds come into contact with the food, and the information is sent to the brain. Yan Yu realized that this is not the bitter medicine she thought, "What is it, sweet?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Beiqing asked instead, "Isn't it the taste?"

Yan Yu bit the thing in her mouth with her teeth, and confirmed its taste, it seemed to be lotus fructose, but this rough cross-section was not made by her.

Before, because the square candy was inconvenient to eat, and she always scratched the inner wall of her mouth, she changed the method of kneading it into a ball before the syrup was formed, but now the one in her mouth seems to have been used by someone. It was hard and shattered, not only the edges were uneven, but also the shape was messy. After holding it for a while, my tongue hurt.

Yan Yu looked up at her, "You did it?"

"Return it to you." Yin Beiqing quickly changed his words, "No, it's for you."

She pinched the opening of the sugar bag and handed it to Yan Yu, as if she would keep holding out her hand if she didn't accept it.

Yan Yu did not refuse, "Thank you."

…

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was the mobilization class of the whole school, and the gymnastics.

The name is to let the students warm up before the teacher arrives, so that they can go to class later, but all the freshmen ran five laps around the nearly 800-meter playground, and Yu Fusang still didn't show up.

After running ten laps, the woman in the gold-trimmed long coat arrived late. She had her hands behind her back and her expression was a little more serious than last time.

"It seems that I overestimated your freshmen. Does it take so long to run ten laps?"

In fact, she only looked at one place without moving her eyes, but all the students felt that those golden eyes that seemed to be able to see everything fell on her body, even the few students in the special class who were the first to finish running, immediately showed a kind of annoyance expression.

Why can't I run faster? It's only the first day of school, and Teacher Yu is disappointed.

But what Yan Yu thought was, being late on the first day of school, it seems that being Yuling's teacher is really easy, no wonder those who can't squeeze into the Red Pavilion come to be teachers.

"Teacher!" One person bravely raised his hand, "Give us another chance, we will definitely do better!"

Yan Yu couldn't help sighing softly in her heart, hot-blooded girl, that's great.

It would be better if you don't take me with you.

If you don't talk about it, the villain is a villain, and he is a villain.

The secret of a successful villain: In a word, let a hundred people run 16,000 meters for you.

"No need." Yu Fusang smiled slightly at the girl who raised her hand, "I have other arrangements today."

"Okay, okay, we all follow your arrangement, Mr. Yu."

From the corner of her eye, Yan Yu cast a glance at the Hanchun student, guessing that this girl would run around the playground at least eighteen times a day from tonight, just to perform better in front of Yu Fusang next time.

"Three seconds, line me up from tall to short." Yu Fusang gave the first order, counting the seconds with his hands behind his back.

She didn't say how many rows she wanted, and it's easy for everyone to have no idea, but there is no room for hesitation and delay in three seconds. Drag it out and kill it.

In a burst of chaos, Yan Yu was forced to arrange her position abruptly.

She wasn't short, she was right in the middle, and Ying Fan was standing next to him, who didn't look nervous at all, and even lowered his head and chatted with her while whispering.

"Hey, this is that bad woman." She thought she whispered, "It's too good at pretending, the boss should have given her to—"

Yan Yu's eyelids twitched, and he quickly gestured to her, "Shhh!"

There are people all around here, and Yu Fusang's spirit power is not low, so she can hear clearly even if she speaks in a low voice at such a distance.

Ying Fan might not have noticed it, but in Yan Yu's eyes, this move was equivalent to sticking to Yu Fusang's ear and speaking ill of her loudly.

"What are you afraid of? You are a goddess. Besides, there are sisters, me and all of us protecting you." Ying Fan couldn't stop talking. The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and even caused dissatisfied eyes from the classmates next to her several times. .

Yan Yu finally couldn't help it, and raised his hand to cover her mouth, "Stop talking."

Unexpectedly, this thick-skinned guy limp and leaned on her shoulder, "Oh, I'm so boring, I don't want to take these messy classes."

At the front of the line, Yu Fusang, who was explaining moves to the students, suddenly stopped speaking.

"Having said so much, everyone must have a basic understanding of this move. Next, I will randomly order a classmate to come up and cooperate with me in the demonstration."

"Me, me, me!"

"Choose me, Teacher Yu!"

"I've practiced this trick before, choose me!"

A bunch of people raised their hands, and the people in the back row wished they could shorten their positions by ten centimeters so that they could move to the front and increase the chance of being spotted by Yu Fusang.

But this time, Yu Fusang slanted his sword and looked over the front row to the middle of the crowd.

"Let's choose the classmate in the back who has been flirting with others just now." Yu Fusang looked at Yan Yu with a smile, and pointed her finger in her direction, "Come out."

Everyone looked at Yan Yu in unison. She was so calm, her face was almost on fire.

What is flirting? Is there such a thing as framing someone?

But there were clearly people in a worse situation than her.

"Damn, never mind, what nonsense are you talking about?" Ying Fan, who was next to him, caught his boss's eyes as if he wanted to eat people, and buried his head guiltily, "This bad woman is really hateful."

Yan Yu nodded slightly in agreement.

"What are you still doing?" Yu Fusang said with a soft smile, "Your name is Yan Yu, right? Come up quickly, are you afraid that the teacher will eat you?"

What do you say?

Yan Yu walked out of the queue, and walked up to Yu Fusang under everyone's envious eyes.

"Remember what I said just now?"

Yan Yu nodded, "I remember."

There are ten chapters in Yuling's gymnastics textbook. The move that Yu Fusang introduced just now is the third move in the Luo Bu chapter, which is ranked first in order. It is somewhat similar to the over-the-shoulder throw in Taekwondo. Before throwing, you need to remove the strength of the opponent's arm. There will be a very quick palm-slashing movement. The difficulty lies in the smooth connection of movements, the speed of the move, and the conversion of the body shape difference between different enemies and yourself. Change the leg Do not squat at all, otherwise it is easy to be cracked by the enemy.

She had tried this trick during close combat training with Yin Beiqing before.

Of course, it was easily cracked by the other party.

"Come on, stretch out your hand."

"Huh?" Yan Yu looked puzzled, "Are you going to demonstrate the moves?"

She thought so because, in the demonstration of this move, the person who reaches out first is the "target" to be hit.

No way, on the first day of school, is she going to be beaten up by the villain in class?

"No, the protagonist is you." Yu Fusang said softly, "I believe in Yan's ability, and the demonstration of this trick is not difficult for you, so I want you to demonstrate the technique of breaking the trick."

"Yes, yes, how can the goddess not know such basic moves, let's see!"

"Students in the special class must have already memorized the moves in the entire martial arts book. This must not be a problem for our goddess."

Sentence after sentence, Yan Yu was put on the high platform abruptly, as if if she could not successfully crack Yu Fusang's moves later, she would not be worthy of the title of special class.

"Still, you are not feeling well today." Yu Fusang touched her forehead with the back of his hand in concern, "Do you need to take a rest?"

Yan Yu pulled her body away, turned her head to avoid her touch, "It's okay, I can take care of Teacher Yu."

But she thought in her heart, isn't this what you want.

Yan Yu settled down and stretched out her arm, "Let's start."

"Okay." Before the pronunciation of this word was finished, Yu Fusang had already made a move.

She quickly raised her right palm, slashed at the bend of Yan Yu's elbow, and while her arm was bent, she moved and stuffed herself in, her back pressed against Yan Yu, and her feet were pulled away. As long as she exerted more strength in her hand, Yan Yu In the next second, it will be thrown heavily to the ground like a sack.

This set of movements is very fast, and the connection is so smooth that most people would not be able to react, but Yan Yu could see that Yu Fusang actually slowed down the movements on purpose, otherwise the people in the audience and himself would not be able to see clearly her hand movements.

Even the last time in Yaochi, when she left a wound on her neck without making a sound, she only used 70% of her skill that time.

But since the other party didn't completely cut off her retreat, Yan Yu wanted to try.

She recalled Yin Beiqing's actions last time, instantly concentrating her soul power on the right arm controlled by Yu Fusang, and the muscles that regained strength were more explosive than before.

She took advantage of this moment of explosion to shift the center of gravity of her body to her lower body, hooked her left arm around her right hand, and pulled it back vigorously. Her body was like a tightened bow, her arms were like strings, firmly holding Yu Fusang's neck trapped.

"It's okay." She heard Yu Fusang laugh, and just when she thought she had passed the test, Yu Fusang's cold fingers suddenly pressed against her wrist, like a snake crawling upwards along the skin.

She couldn't help getting goosebumps, and her body trembled slightly. The other party seemed to find her reaction amusing, and a smile escaped her lips, but her hands tightened mercilessly with the opposite attitude, like an iron fist. The ring locked her tightly.

I don't know where it was pressed, Yan Yu's entire arm quickly went numb, and when she was relaxing, Yu Fusang pinched her wrist and rotated outwards, around the top of her head, and easily escaped.

When Yan Yu's arm was pinned by her, she felt pain and numbness, her brows were tightly knit together, and she pulled her arm to withdraw herself from her hand.

"Don't let your guard down before I finish shouting."

In the end, Yan Yu couldn't match the opponent's strength and was pulled over fiercely. She took a few steps unsteadily, and was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Yin Beiqing's figure flashed in the crowd, trying to help her up, but someone cut her off before her.

Yu Fusang held Yan Yu's waist and slowly helped her up, but looked in Yin Beiqing's direction, "This student's physical skills seem to have improved a lot."

The smile in her eyes, in Yin Beiqing's opinion, can only be described by the word "beaten".

She knew that Yu Fusang's words were mocking her previous performance in Yaochi.

At that time, because of Ji Wu's relationship, her body was exhausted a lot, and when Yu Fusang approached her directly, she couldn't react at all.

But it's different now.

She raised her eyes, her eyes and Yu Fusang's eyes were about to spark in the air, "Try it, you will know."

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