The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"Hey, no, what are you doing? Just sing the same tune and make the decision for me?" Yan Ze stood up, his long eyebrows slightly frowned, with a bit of annoyance and helplessness between his eyebrows. He glared at Song Yuyun and Xuan Yuan for a few times, and his tone was very unhappy, "My words are useless, right? I can only listen to your arrangements?"

Still holding his head with his left hand, Xuan Yuan raised his chin slightly in the direction of Yan Ze, chuckled, and there was a bit of smile in his phoenix eyes. On his handsome and elegant face, there was a light smile like a spring breeze: "Then what else do you want?"

The clear and cold voice was a bit teasing and teasing, but the words he said were completely different from the light smile on his handsome face, with a bit of annoyance and displeasure for Yan Ze - this was definitely not because Yan Ze was arrogant and easily angry.

Looking at Song Yuyun who had returned to her seat, Yan Ze didn't want to say anything to embarrass her in public. After all, she just wanted to thank him for his help, with good intentions. Yan Ze approached Xuanyuan and lowered his voice, "Why should I accept her things? It will have a bad impact. If it gets out, people will think something has happened to us!"

Why didn't Yan Ze send Song Yuyun home alone last night? Of course, it wasn't because Yan Ze had no loyalty or sympathy, or was not gentle or considerate of Song Yuyun, but because... he really didn't want to make any more mistakes, and didn't want people to say that he and Song Yuyun were in a premature love relationship!

Yan Ze was certainly not afraid of rumors of premature love. In the early years of junior high school, there were rumors about him, and some people even swore that they had seen him in the police station for murder. Yan Ze never cared much about these rumors, so why did he have so many concerns last night?

First, Yan Ze didn't want to have any scandals with Song Yuyun, the housekeeper. He didn't care, but he was afraid that this squad leader who looked old-fashioned and inflexible would have a big reaction. Second, he was really afraid of being bitten by a snake for ten years. He was afraid that Song Yuyun would do the same oolong thing as him...

The only thing that could compare with the promise of taking responsibility for such a shameful thing was of course to pledge one's body. In order to prevent this possibility, Yan Ze felt that he needed to distance himself from Song Yuyun. It was enough for the oolong shameful incident with him as the protagonist to happen once, and there was really no need for it to happen a second time.

From this point of view, Yan Ze was actually very foresighted. Because if nothing unexpected happened, Song Yuyun did have a vague liking for him because of this opportunity, and it expanded into love in the subsequent contacts. This can also be regarded as "pledge one's body" in another sense.

In response to Yan Ze's questioning in a low voice, Xuan Yuan turned his pen, smiled indifferently with his thin lips, and his tone was as light as pure water, clearly fooling Yan Ze: "If you are upright, you are not afraid of your shadow. There is nothing really between you. Why are you afraid of what others say?"

"And classmate Song also said very clearly that this is just a thank you gift to thank you for helping her last night. Don't you think that your help to her and the fact that you saved her from the water last night are not worth her coming to thank you specially?"

"Of course not!" Yan Ze said immediately. He is not a selfless guy who does good things without leaving a name. Although he does not expect the people he helped to repay him, Yan Ze definitely does not think that he should not be rewarded for doing good things and helping people. This is not a material need, but a spiritual need.

Shrugging his shoulders lightly, Xuanyuan smiled casually: "In that case, what else do you have to worry about? Classmate Song gave you this--" His beautifully shaped chin gently tapped the paper bag on Yan Ze's desk, "I just want to thank you for your kindness. You are hesitant because you think wrongly, right?"

After Xuanyuan said this, Yan Ze felt vaguely that it seemed to be the case. Originally, Song Yuyun just thanked him, and there was no ambiguity at all. He thought wrongly, was hypocritical, and then entangled, but it seemed that there was something between the two of them. It was an attempt to cover up the truth and go too far. It seemed to be the meaning.

Since Song Yuyun's behavior was stamped with gratitude, Yan Ze also accepted the friendly thank-you gift from his classmates with peace of mind. He didn't eat breakfast in the morning, and his stomach was empty and hungry. After opening the paper bag, a sweet smell of cake spread out, making Yan Ze swallow his saliva and feel that his stomach was rumbling.

Song Yuyun's craftsmanship is very good. These small cakes are palm-sized, baked golden and soft, and dotted with small nuts such as nuts and melon seeds on the surface. They look very delicate and beautiful. Under the temptation of the sweet smell, Yan Ze took a big bite. After taking a bite of the small cake, the layered and compacted cream was exposed, and the sweet smell of the cream also spread.

This small cake is indeed as Song Yuyun said, not very sweet, but very fragrant. Yan Ze, who was so hungry that his stomach was deflated, ate four small cakes in one breath, one after another, like a whirlwind. Finally, he felt a little full, leaned back in the chair, and sighed comfortably and contentedly.

Yan Ze leaned lazily on the chair. The feeling of his stomach being full made him want to find a place to lie down for a while, lazily bask in the sun, or rest with his legs crossed. He pointed at the paper bag on the table, turned his head and said to Xuan Yuan: "There is another one, do you want to eat it?"

Turning his head to look at Yan Ze, Xuan Yuan chuckled: "No, I'm not hungry." After a pause, under Yan Ze's raised eyebrow, he stretched out his voice slightly and whispered, "This is a loving thank-you gift from classmate Song, I won't go in with it, just enjoy it yourself."

Yan Ze: ??? WTF? That's not what you said just now!!

Ignoring Yan Ze's surprise and anger, Xuan Yuan tilted his head to look at the front door of the classroom. The teasing smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows disappeared immediately, and his expression became serious again. Xuan Yuan opened the book and said in a very serious tone: "Okay, class is about to start, you should put this away quickly."

After a little hesitation, Xuan Yuan nodded slightly and said: "Well, you can't understand the high school classes now, so just continue to read the junior high school textbooks during class. If there is anything you don't understand, I can teach you. In this way, you can study in school during the day and go home to take classes with a tutor at night. You should be able to catch up quickly."

Yan Ze was a little slow to react to Xuan Yuan's words that returned to seriousness in a second. He raised his eyes and glared at Xuan Yuan, with a bit of anger in his phoenix eyes, Obviously, he was in a state of anger, staring at Xuanyuan with a fierce look, Yan Ze finally snorted: "Don't think that I won't remember what you said just now."

Xuanyuan glanced at Yan Ze and blinked innocently: "What did I say just now?" He looked up at the math teacher who came in, lowered his head slightly and smiled, but said, "Well, this is not important now, the important thing is that the class is about to start. Didn't you just say that you should work hard? Start now."

Yan Ze: "…………Oh." Staring at Xuanyuan for a long time but to no avail, Yan Ze could only respond dryly in the end, with a dark face and a frustrated look on his face, he lowered his head and continued to read the junior high school math textbook.

Yan Ze is indeed a very active and determined person. When he makes up his mind to start working hard, he will make his own efforts to cheer up, and he also has the perseverance to practice all this. He will not be discouraged by the difficulty of things, nor will he relax and slack off halfway, but will always persist.

After taking Lu Chenxi's summary notes of knowledge points from three years of junior high school, Yan Ze started to study junior high school knowledge with a tutor at night, and practiced questions, memorized words, formulas, and recited poems during the day. In such a "drunken and dreamless" life, Yan Ze caught up with the people in front at a very fast speed.

In the tense and difficult study life, the only two things that made Yan Ze feel a little comforted were that Lu Chenxi's notes for him were really well done, and the knowledge points were summarized very clearly. With the help of this notebook and the tutor's small class, Yan Ze made up for the three years of junior high school knowledge much faster than he expected.

Another thing that made Yan Ze feel a little comforted was that Song Yuyun had not shown any concern for him since she gave him a small cake as a thank you. It was only after discovering that Yan Ze was studying junior high school knowledge that she quietly turned out her old books from junior high school and gave Yan Ze a list of reference books and asked someone to pass it on to Yan Ze.

Yan Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Ze actually didn't know that the reason why Song Yuyun didn't pay attention to him anymore was actually because he didn't continue to indulge himself and be lazy as in the original plot. Seeing Yan Ze start to work hard, Song Yuyun was relieved, and at the same time... his good impression of Yan Ze deepened.

However, without helping Yan Ze with his tutoring, the relationship between the two did not deepen further. Song Yuyun's feelings for Yan Ze were still ignorant, and although Yan Ze's impression and attitude towards Song Yuyun improved a lot, he didn't get close to the original plot.

"This semester has passed so fast, it feels like it's going to end in a blink of an eye." Yan Ze said with emotion after adjusting the leather gloves on his hands. It was already very cold at this time. When he spoke, a stream of white mist was floating in the air, like clouds and smoke. The biting cold wind in winter blew over, and the cold and biting coldness made him shiver.

It was already the end of January, and the temperature was much colder than in late autumn. Even wearing a down jacket, it couldn't stop the omnipresent cold. Fortunately, Yan Ze was young and strong, so he was not that afraid of the cold, unlike some of his female classmates who were wrapped up like dumplings but still looked pale from the cold.

"You feel it's fast, probably because you've had a more fulfilling semester this semester." Xuan Yuan tightened the scarf around his neck and answered casually, "The final exam is tomorrow, are you confident?"