093. Do You Really Think of Yourself as Your Master?
A bloody day passed, and the second round of Chubi was coming.
Wei Yang sat in the seat of the selection venue early, watching a person compete, and finally returned home with his injuries.
The person sitting next to her has changed from Lan Yang to Feng Suiran.
Next to it is Fei Xuaner.
From beginning to end, Lan Yang and Situ Cunyu were not seen in the second round.
Wei Yang looked at the people around him passing by indifferently, and his heart felt a little sour.
It seems that my friend is really not good at it.
He and Situ Cunyu are so good, but Situ Cunyu hates her so much...
Wei Yang lowered his eyes, and an ironic bitter smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What is Xiao Yanger laughing? Why is she crying?"
A low magnetic sound floated leisurely, a familiar warm breath came, and a sudden pain on the top of her head, someone was hitting her in the head...
Wei Yang was stunned and looked up.
Blue-veil slowly caught her eyes. She paused, and when she looked up, she saw Lan Yang's familiar smile. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his face was even more enchanting with a charming smile. The ink hair was still casual, only using one
A simple hairpin is tied loosely behind him.
Looking at him calmly, she seemed to have some vines growing in her heart, extending, extending...
Taking a deep breath, Chu Weiyang suddenly jumped up and kicked his feet hard, "If you knock on my head again in the future, I will trample your feet."
"oh?"
"snort!"
He chuckled and hugged her with a casual hook.
Wei Yang's body trembled and he subconsciously broke free.
However, his strength was really great. Not only did he not let her go, but he kept her tighter.
He raised his lips and leaned over slowly...
Looking at his face getting closer and closer, Wei Yang's pretty face turned red.
There are so many people here, what are they going to do?
This scene is very eye-catching. People who love gossip are guessing their relationship in their hearts. After all, they are not like the master and the maid, but rather like flirting lovers.
Feng Suiran's only eyes that were exposed shrank slightly, his eyes darkened, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
Fei Xuaner's expression was dull and she didn't seem to care at all. She just turned her head slightly and looked at Feng Sui Ran with a bit of confusing complexity.
"Senior brother likes Weiyang?" she spoke softly.
Feng Suiran was stunned.
Before he could answer, she chuckled, "Weiyang is a good girl. Look at Xuan'er, it's better for Weiyang to be with you. Senior brother, the master often teaches that you should fight for things you like to grab. Have you forgotten?"
The three are senior brothers and sisters, and Feng Suiran and Fei Xuaner have a good relationship.
Fei Xuan'er's words seemed to be instructed, comforted, and encouraged.
Feng Suiran listened to the words, but smiled slightly.
"But Xuan'er, if the thing is not suitable for me, what's the use if I grab it?"
What's more, he probably likes her.
...
The discussion around Wei Yang blushed.
She tiptoed slightly, grinding her teeth in his ear, "Let go, it's a shame!"
Lan Yang raised his eyebrows and bent down suddenly, "Hehe..." A chuckle suddenly came from her ears. His breath hit her sensitive ears, causing her to tremble again.
"Xiao Yang'er, you are really incompetent. I am your master."
"Bad maid! You really think you are the master!" Wei Yang was angry and sweared.
"Yes, Xiao Yanger's cute maid, if she could be like a lifetime..."
lifetime?!
What's in your life?!
Wei Yang's heart tightened, and he was waiting for his words afterwards.
"If I can be..."
"Senior brother..."
"Chapter 37 of the second round, Miss Chu Weiyang is celebrating Mr. Zhou Ling!"
Fei Xuan'er's voice and a summoning suddenly interrupted Lan Yang's words. Lan Yang was stunned, and his eyebrows raised and loosened his hands that were imprisoning her.
"Go, it's your turn. Remember, don't lose my master's face."
As Youyou said, he turned around and sat to the seat where Weiyang was sitting before.
He rolled his eyes and Wei Yang was depressed.
I'm so fainted.
Why do you always have such a thing that makes people feel like you in this world?
But, what does he mean by life?
Be his maid for the rest of your life?
Serve him all your life?
Sweat, no.
With a deep sigh, she turned around and was about to go to the stage.
"Weiyang."
Feng Suran suddenly stood up and called out.
She looked back and raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Yeah? What's wrong?"
Feng Ran shrugged and pretended to be relaxed, saying casually: "Use your eighteen martial arts, hehe, knock him down!"
Blinking, she chuckled and raised her hand, making an OK gesture.
He slowly came to the stage, and at this moment, the calmness and calmness that was inconsistent with her age came back to her body.
She stood at one end of the competition platform with a smile and looked at the man in blue clothes opposite her.
It's him?!
Yesterday, the man who was going to go to the pleasure boat with them and then deliberately made a sound to block the sound from the boat.
Is he the young master of the rich businessman?
Well...not like.
He raised his eyebrows and pondered a little.
"Young Master Zhou Ling is sick and gives the quota to his cousin Zhou Yi."
Someone suddenly shouted loudly from the audience.
Wei Yang suddenly realized that it was like this.
But this is also good. It seems that Zhou Yi's martial arts are not bad either.
It is probably dozens of times better than that Master Zhou Ling.
It’s interesting to compete with such people, right?
"I won't see you for a day, how are you happy?"
Zhou Yi on the opposite side also looked like a master, with a polite smile on his face. But in Wei Yang's eyes, he was extremely hypocritical.
Haha, I tried to harm her yesterday, but now I don’t blush or heartbeat, but I feel open-minded.
The corners of her mouth curled coldly, and she reached out to touch her waist and twitched gently.
"Swish-"
A dark red soft whip was suddenly pulled out and broke through the air, hitting the hard ground of the competition platform.
It seemed that it was lightly whipped to the ground, but a trace suddenly appeared.
"Wow—"
Everyone was surprised and in an uproar.
The little girl actually has this ability.
It turned out that the first round was just an appetizer, and the second round was the real good show!
"Hey, that's not bad, Mr. Zhou, I couldn't design yesterday, but now I'm not going to do anything else?"
She seemed innocent, but her words came to the point.
Zhou Yi's expression was correct, "Miss has misunderstood, it really has nothing to do with me."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh? Is that right?"
She asked back, but it became even more mysterious.
Zhou Yi frowned and held his big hand on his waist. With a shock of internal force, it suddenly shook, and its sharp sword body suddenly came out of its sheath and flew into his right hand.
"Well... Isn't it good to say more? I know, okay, then come."