Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script

There are few students in the imperial art department, and the courses that need to be studied are complicated and diverse, so they often attend classes with other large classes.

The class schedule is packed tightly, including the time to transfer classrooms, Yan Yu may not even have time to drink water this afternoon.

"Are you tired?" The one who spoke was Cheng Xiang, a senior from the imperial art department.

It is difficult to graduate from the imperial arts department, and the daily courses are torturous. Even if many people finally get admitted, they may not persist until graduation.

Cheng Xiang has been in school for fifteen years. Her seniors and classmates have either graduated or dropped out of school. Even with a few exceptions, they have left school to earn extra money.

"No." Yan Yu closed the book, "It's gymnastics class later."

"Yes, today is an indoor training class." Cheng Xiang usually doesn't talk much, but he is very kind to Yan Yu, a precious seedling of Imperial Art, "Do you want me to ask for leave for you or just sit in as before?"

"Of course it's an observation." Yan Yu took out a pen and paper, "How can I miss Teacher Yu's class."

"Too."

But in fact, Cheng Xiang doesn't like gymnastics classes very much.

She is like the kind of student in the class who goes back to the top three of the exam but fails the physical test every time. She is serious about the subjects, and she can be exhausted by running laps before the gymnastics class.

As a result, every time she saw Yu Fusang's face, she subconsciously felt uncomfortable and even wanted to vomit.

This is a common problem among students of the same kind, and this group is larger than expected, which is also the reason why Yu Fusang loses the "Most Popular Teacher of Yuling" every time.

Cheng Xiang pushed Yan Yu to the venue of the gymnastics class, and specially found a shady place with a good view to stop for her, "You should be able to see it more clearly from here. There is water nearby. Remember to drink when you are thirsty."

Yan Yu felt that since she was injured, Yu Ling's classmates were more enthusiastic towards her than before, as if she had not injured her leg, but had become a baby who couldn't take care of herself.

"Okay, let's go, senior."

Yu Fusang's footsteps were always within three seconds of the class bell, as if arriving in the classroom a minute earlier would kill her.

It just so happened that today's class was about upper body training, so Yan Yu could occasionally wave her arms a few times to find out the feeling.

When Yu Fusang asked someone to give a demonstration, she buried her head in reading the notes on the paper. In fact, she wrote very little, most of which were simple human body drawings. Art is cunning, even if you memorize everything in the book, you may not be able to do well.

Therefore, Yan Yu compared the movements of Yu Fusang and other people to analyze the effective point of attack, the angle of the move, the counterattack according to the situation, and other details.

Once she got into something to study, she would be very focused. Although she was still listening to Yu Fusang's lecture, her thoughts were in another dimension.

She didn't come back to herself until the bell rang for the end of get out of class outside.

The classmates had already rushed towards the door like hungry wolves, only Cheng Xiang packed his things unhurriedly and walked towards her.

"Are you going, or are you waiting for your family friend to come?"

"I want to stay and practice for a while." Yan Yu raised her head and said to her.

"Alright." Cheng Xiang nodded, "I'll put the notes in the classroom for you."

"It's okay, I'll take it myself later, senior, you can go eat quickly."

"Well, don't practice for too long, and remember to eat." Cheng Xiang pointed at her, "You look malnourished all day long."

Yan Yu had heard similar words hundreds of times, so she could only smile.

After Cheng Xiang left, only she and Yu Fusang who stood aside to drink water were left in the training ground.

Her hair was coiled up today, her slender neck was raised high, and her throat moved slightly to drink the water.

I have to say that this physique is enviable. I have been exercising back and forth for almost two hours, but there is not a drop of sweat on my face, and I am not even out of breath.

From the corner of the eye, she saw the other person's face turning towards her, but Yan Yu didn't take the initiative to talk to her. Instead, she moved the wheelchair to the last row of wooden posts, and lowered the height to the lowest level, so that she could get it even while sitting in the wheelchair. Then she Roll up your sleeves and start practicing what you learned in class.

The feeling of actually getting started is different from talking about it on paper, but fortunately, she has begun to adapt to this way of learning, and quickly found the knack of exerting strength by imitating Yu Fusang's movements.

After a while, there was a "bang bang bang" sound in the gymnasium. Her two thin arms moved back and forth between the wooden piles. She was very fast and strong, and the training pile swayed.

About half an hour later, just when she thought Yu Fusang was about to leave, the other party finally spoke.

"Don't go?" Yu Fusang crossed his hands in front of him, standing behind Yan Yu, "I haven't seen you training so actively a few days ago."

It would be really strange if she couldn't see that Yan Yu was looking for something to do with her. After all, the person who used to see her and wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but today she is sitting in a wheelchair and has to stay for extra training for the first time.

Yu Fusang originally wanted to wait for Yan Yu to talk about the purpose of today's actions first, but she didn't expect her to be stubborn, she didn't say anything when she didn't speak, and just kept her head in suspense.

"You taught a lot in class today. I want to practice more so that my body can quickly remember the essentials." Yan Yu looked at her, "Did you pass the training just now?"

Her eyes are pure, as if she is really a good student who is thirsty for knowledge.

"Listen to the truth or lie?" Yu Fusang bent over, her arms weakly propped on the back of her wheelchair.

Yan Yu straightened her body a little uncomfortable, and put some distance away, "Of course it's the truth."

"The truth is..." She deliberately lengthened the ending, and seeing that Yan Yu's expression didn't change, she quickly continued boringly, "Compared to them, you are considered to be more intelligent, and your strength and skills have improved a lot, but hitting me , it's far away."

"Really." Yan Yu raised the height of the stake back, "Then I will continue to work hard."

"What do you want from me?" Yu Fusang tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a chuckle escaped his lips, "Speaking of which, the one named Yin is also relieved to let you be alone with me for so long."

"She's at the door, come in if you have something to do."

"Come in when you have something to do", so you are warning her not to cause any trouble? Yu Fusang deciphered the hints in her words.

"Of course it will be fine. You don't even know how much the teacher loves you." Yu Fusang lowered his eyes to cover the streamer in his eyes, picked up a strand of Yan Yu's black hair with his fingers to wrap around her, and whispered softly behind her ear like The lover whispered, "Hurry up, the teacher is very busy."

"I just wanted to give you a present." Yan Yu wanted to avoid her breath at first, but frowned in pain because her hair was pulled by her hand and accidentally pulled her scalp.

She secretly endured the pain and handed the things to the person behind her.

"Gift?" Yu Fusang smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but she still reached out to take it, opened the bag and saw the Kurosawa flower petals and a small tube of blood inside, she seemed to have guessed something, "When did you think of giving me a gift?" gone."

"In our world there is a festival called Teacher's Day." Yan Yu replied, "Everyone will sincerely express their gratitude to teachers at this time."

Yu Fusang closed the opening of the cloth bag and sewed it up, hung it on his index finger and shook it, "It's very sincere, I feel it."

"But compared to these, I want you to repay me in other ways." With force on her hands, she tilted Yan Yu's head back and looked down at her in the wheelchair. This suppressed position made her feel very comfortable. "When are you going to be willing to recognize the reality? I am a more worthy master than that little fur kid."

Yan Yu's eyebrows were raised in displeasure because of the word "Master".

"My poor and fragile little goddess." Yu Fusang showed a sympathetic expression, and patted her face lightly, "Look, it's because you don't have someone strong enough to protect you that you get hurt."

Yan Yu's hands tucked into her sleeves were clenched into fists, but she tried her best not to show any flaws in her expression in front of Yu Fusang.

Looking at each other is a pre-war declaration without sound, but whenever she shows a little hesitation and anger, people like Yu Fusang will only look for cracks, and can't wait to smash her to pieces.

Unfortunately, she didn't.

"Aren't you not interested in the position of the empress?"

"How do you know?" Yu Fusang tilted his head and suddenly smiled again, his eyes sparkling, "Yes, you are a goddess, of course you will know."

She suddenly pinched Yan Yu's chin, and pressed her index finger on the acupuncture point on the side of her neck. Yan Yu knew that as long as she exerted a little force, twisting her own neck would be easier than splitting a wooden stick.

"But since you don't want to be my goddess, why should I accept your gift." She threw the bag containing the petals back on Yan Yu, "I thought you would be smarter."

"Really don't want it?" Yan Yu looked back at her with a crisp voice, "Everything you want is contained in this 'gift'."

"Goddess Blood, Imperial Artisan, even if it is a counterfeit, it is not a loss to use it for experiments."

After drinking the blood of the Goddess, the soul power and physique will be improved. If the person has the talent for imperial arts, he will awaken more, and what's more, the color of the pupils will also change. These characteristics are common in Li Kesi. Have.

Yan Yu was able to determine from the black petals that he was covered by Li Tao. As for why he still had these metamorphic characteristics even though the blood had been retrieved by Lin Hegui, she initially guessed that he was hiding the blood. Before getting up, I drank a mouthful of blood in advance.

Because before that, the system must have reminded him that the possibility of getting out unscathed is unlikely.

A mouthful of blood is not enough to complete the staged transformation. What Li Kesi has to do is to recharge his batteries, but it is estimated that Yang Pei put pressure on him, and now he is anxiously announcing his "identity" everywhere.

"Exactly, you just lost an experiment, didn't you?"

Yu Fusang's silence at this stage is only because she doesn't have enough weapons at hand, so she needs a lot of experimental products.

However, there are not many human bodies that can resist the devouring by the evil spirits. Guo Lu is one of them, but she has already killed her personally.

Ling Qi is always the captain of the spirit hunting team, if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome to investigate.

If she wants to create her ideal "warrior", she needs a body with stronger endurance.

This body needs to be constantly destroyed, repaired and destroyed until it evolves into a monster that no one can break.

Yu Fusang is very good at destroying, but lacks a character who is good at repairing.

"He will struggle with his life until he presents you with the perfect answer."

The pure goddess will become a shortcut to the devil, and the smile on the corner of Yu Fusang's mouth becomes presumptuous and arrogant.

"I know him very well, and I believe he will do it." Yan Yu picked up the cloth bag again and gave Yu Fusang the right to choose.

"Thank you, my dear little goddess." Yu Fusang let go of her neck, and gently stroked her neck twice, "Your eloquence made me suddenly like you... and your gift .”

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