The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Yan Ze lowered his head slightly, and the soft black hair on his forehead fell over his eyes. Sometimes it was blown up by the cold winter wind, covering his eyes. He rode the bicycle in silence. Yan Ze was silent all the way.

Xuan Yuan's long legs stepped on the pedals leisurely, and with just an occasional hard push, the bike's speed doubled and it slid far away. Just riding like this, Xuan Yuan was silent all the way, silently accompanying Yan Ze, leaving him a space to think.

After a long time, Yan Ze finally raised his head and looked ahead. He glanced at the street that he had gradually become familiar with after walking for a long time. He couldn't help but laugh, and his brows were full of open-mindedness and mist. Luo Tuo: "Lu Chenxi, I want to eat Coke chicken wings, sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled fish..."

After chattering a lot, Yan Ze turned to look at Xuan Yuan eagerly, blinked his phoenix eyes and tried to be cute: "Let's go shopping for groceries! It's the end of the semester soon, so I want to reward myself for being oppressed by my studies. It’s us during the semester!”

"No." Xuan Yuan refused Yan Ze's request without mercy, with a callous attitude.

At this time, Mother Lu is already preparing to make dinner. How can she make it in time to buy groceries? Moreover, Yan Ze named so many names at once. How long will Mother Lu have to work? Besides, does Yan Ze know where to buy groceries and how to choose them?

He wouldn't do it anyway.

In response to Xuan Yuan's hesitant and ruthless rejection, Yan Ze's face immediately fell down, his mouth turned dissatisfied, and he murmured in a low voice: "Shouldn't you be gentle and agree to any of my requests at this time? Lu Chenxi , you have no love and no compassion.”

Seeing that Yan Ze was still in the mood to say these words, Xuan Yuan chuckled and said in a somewhat casual tone: "Okay, let's forget about it today. We'll talk about it after the final exam. What do you want to eat then?" Just cooking something to celebrate the end of the semester.”

Yan Ze finally became happy. The curvature of his naturally upward smile became more and more obvious, and his expression became clearer. He said happily: "Okay, we will tell Aunt Lu later that after the final exam, the two of us will go together." Go buy groceries! Don’t worry about Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu!”

Glancing sideways at Yan Ze with a half-smile, Xuan Yuan's eyebrows were curved, with a faint smile, and he chuckled slightly, saying with a slight sneer: "Let me praise you for your kindness. , but the question is – do you know how to buy groceries?”

Yan Ze:……-.-

Obviously Yan Ze didn't understand. He laughed dryly, covering up his embarrassment. He turned his head and looked at Xuan Yuan. Yan Ze pursed his lips: "I don't know how, but don't we still have you!"

Xuan Yuan turned his head and glanced at Yan Ze casually, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Why do you think I will? I really disappoint you. I have never done these things before. Same thing." Also clueless.”

Yan Ze bulged his mouth, feeling a little angry. He turned his head and ignored Xuan Yuan and continued to ride his bicycle very fast. However, although he ignored Xuan Yuan, the destination he rode to was the Lu family.

Although he was so angry that Xuan Yuan was so angry that Yan Ze's expression finally became more vivid, and there was no longer the frustrated indifference before.

As soon as Song Yuyun walked into the examination room with her stationery, she caught sight of Xuan Yuan sitting in the first row. His examination room number was 01. She couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on her face. She sighed softly and said: "My ranking in the last monthly exam was single digit, so I thought I might have to be assigned to the same exam room as you for the final exam."

The exam seats for each exam in No. 1 Middle School are arranged based on the results of the previous exam. For example, those who are ranked first in grade will be assigned to Examination Room 1, those who are second in grade will be assigned to Examination Hall 2, and those who are ranked third will be assigned to Examination Hall 1 again - this exam seat distribution is only applicable to the top 80 students in grade. .

Ever since the results of the last monthly exam came out, Song Yuyun knew the cruel future he was about to face. But now that her premonition had really come true, she didn't feel the joy of predicting the secret at all, let alone the relaxation that she had been prepared for.

Being in the same examination room as Lu Chenxi is really a very frustrating and painful thing! To withstand this kind of pressure, you must have a very strong psychological endurance, so as not to be affected by him, and to be able to pass the nine exams with strength.

Lu Chenxi is a god of study. I don't see how hard he works on weekdays, but he always ranks first in the grade in every exam, and his scores are close to full marks.

That's okay, but the problem is that every time he takes an exam, except for the Chinese subject of composition, he submits other subjects directly half an hour after the exam starts. His papers are filled to the brim, with clear and meaningful handwriting. After reading through the back of the paper, it was obvious that these questions were too easy for him, so he finished them in just half an hour without even thinking about them.

In the same examination room, they met such a master of academics who handed in the paper within half an hour of taking the exam. The pressure on them was really extraordinary. Every time they see his handsome back handing in the papers and leaving, the poor people like them who have failed to complete even half of the hard-working papers will doubt their lives and suspect that they have a fake head.

Xuan Yuan raised his head and glanced at Song Yuyun, raising his eyebrows: "You seem to be unwilling to share the examination room with me." The clear and magnetic voice was slightly protracted, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Huh? Why is this? Do I look fierce and put a lot of pressure on you?"

Song Yuyun smiled dryly, and said feebly in a slightly bitter tone: "Of course not, it's just..." Every time I see you write quickly, you write as if those questions are as simple as 1+1 If you have to go quickly, they will be under a lot of pressure, okay?

Xuan Yuan shrugged and seemed to understand the reason for Song Yuyun's dry expression. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Although I am a little embarrassed, you can't let me wait for you here for more than an hour after I finish writing the paper, right?"

Song Yuyun: "...Haha, it seems like this, then I'll go find my seat first." She can't talk to Lu Chenxi anymore. Before the exam, she has to maintain a calm mood and not be hit by Lu Chenxi's words, otherwise I can't pass this exam, and my mentality is going to collapse.

Song Yuyun sat back in her seat. Her last monthly exam score was ninth in grade. After quickly finding her seat, Song Yuyun sighed and patted her face gently to calm down and work hard. .

After his mood calmed down, Song Yuyun raised his head and glanced at the classmates sitting nearby, and found that the classmates sitting next to Lu Chenxi all looked hopeless and miserable. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. His mood After seeing so many poor people who share the same joys and sorrows, I feel strangely better.

The final exam began soon, and the first subject was Chinese. After the invigilator handed out the papers, both Song Yuyun and other students calmed down their sadness, lowered their heads and began to write the papers seriously. For a time, the only sound in the huge examination room was the rustle of the pen tip grazing the paper.

Xuan Yuan wrote the paper very quickly, and the tip of his pen scratched across the paper. The handwriting was still clear and straight, and the tip of the pen was sharp. The words fell on the paper easily and elegantly, penetrating through the back of the paper, and they were extremely neat.

Not to mention the difficulty and size of the questions, Chinese language is definitely the one that takes the most time and requires the most words to be written. Not to mention other things, the composition alone takes a long time to write.

I finished writing the entire paper in a straight line in one go. Even at Xuan Yuan's speed, it took nearly an hour. I stopped writing and glanced at the name, class and other information, and then checked the paper again. After finding no problems, Xuan Yuan put away his stationery and stood up to hand in the paper.

The teacher who invigilated the examination was the teacher of the first year of high school. Naturally, he recognized Lu Chenxi, the academic god, and was not surprised that he handed in the paper in advance. He just took the paper from him with a smile and nodded slightly to him.

Xuan Yuan took the stationery bag and turned around and left the classroom. His handsome back and brisk steps made countless students who were still immersed in the sea of ​​questions extremely envious. At the same time, his relaxed and freehand attitude almost caused his mentality to collapse.

"Huh..." Seeing Lu Chenxi's back disappearing from the door, the students in Examination Room No. 1 couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Finally, they no longer had to take exams with such a confidence-devastating guy.

Um, wait a minute, this is the first door, there are several more to come! The students in Examination Room No. 1 couldn't help but look dazed, and smiled bitterly. They were in inexplicable pain, like little cabbage that had been severely abused by the rainstorm.

After Xuan Yuan left the examination room, he didn't want to wander around the huge campus of No. 1 Middle School, so he climbed over the wall and left the school. He originally planned to go back and take a nap, but when he came back to take the second exam in the afternoon, he saw a luxury car parked at the school gate. Xuan Yuan glanced at the car and found that the person in the back seat of the car had a slight resemblance to Yan Ze.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xuan Yuan thought that he might be Yan Ze's father, and had no intention of having any contact with him, so Xuan Yuan planned to leave. It's just that he has no intention of contacting Yan Ze's father, but it doesn't mean that Yan Ze's father thinks so too.

Looking at the tall man in a straight suit standing in front of him, Xuan Yuan looked indifferent and asked, "What's the matter with you?" For this man whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yan Ze's, Xuan Yuan's attitude was extremely cold, not to mention indifferent. Show familiarity.

Yan Ze's father had deep outlines and handsome features. He didn't pay attention to Xuan Yuan's cold and repulsive attitude. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly in a confident tone: "Is that classmate Lu Chenxi? I'm Yan Ze's." Father."

He chuckled lowly, with a face that was similar to Yan Ze but more mature and handsome, with a bit of undeniable domineering: "I want to chat with you, Mr. Lu. Do you have time? For this period of time As a father, I want to express my gratitude to you for taking care of Yan Ze."