World Dragon Seventh Academy, Yellow Star Palace.
Fan Xinglu sat on her throne, her small hand supporting her smooth jade-like chin. Her eyes were fixed on the virtual screen in front of her. The figures of Xing Han and the blade vine Qilin fighting constantly flashed on it.
"Master, this is the document that needs your signature today.”The door of the hall was pushed open, and Zhao Hufeng walked in with a stack of documents.
"Yes, yes. Let's put it aside for now. We'll talk after I finish watching the duel.”Fan Xinglu waved her little hand, indicating for Zhao Hufeng to put the documents on the table. She didn't look away from the screen.
Zhao Hufeng put down the documents and patted his head. School was about to end, and some of these documents had to be sent out immediately. Otherwise, some of the plans he had made before would be disrupted.
But seeing his master like this, Zhao Hufeng stood to the side and began to plan a new remedy in his heart.
As for hoping that Fan Xinglu would find her conscience and give up watching her junior brother's competition and prioritize her school work?
Please stop daydreaming. The willful and reckless Fan Xinglu would not care about what would happen to the Seventh Academy of World Dragon. As long as she, the Heavenly King of All, was present, the academy would not be in chaos or collapse. What else did she have to worry about?
Thus, he could only trouble the unlucky Zhao Hufeng.
His Eldest Senior Brother was a martial arts fanatic, and he spent most of his time cultivating in the Yellow Star Palace. Second Senior Sister was lazy and hated trouble. As a girl, she didn't even bother to tidy up her room. Only when it was too messy would she ask Zhao Hufeng to tidy it up for her.
As for the remaining Junior Brothers and Sisters, they were either at odds with him, such as Li Chenyun and Li Chenhua from Water Sect, or they were not capable enough to take charge of the situation.
The day when the famous Tianke Martial Burial Zhao Hufeng died of exhaustion was just around the corner.
"Master, why did you reserve so much of your strength? Logically speaking, if he had gone all out, the outcome of the duel should have been decided by now.”Fan Xinglu noticed something was wrong three minutes after the duel began.
She was well aware of her master's strength. There was obviously something hidden behind the situation. This was not just a simple duel. There seemed to be other implications behind it. Fan Xinglu smiled when she thought of this. She was very interested in the story and secrets behind it.
"It is indeed very abnormal. Grandmaster is deliberately suppressing his strength.”Zhao Hufeng echoed Fan Xinglu's opinion. He had been defeated by Xing Han within a few minutes, so he should be on par with the Star Guidance Academy's number one student.
"It's okay. Master said that he will come to my place tomorrow.”
Fan Xinglu didn't probe further. She focused her attention on the screen again. The master and disciple in the Yellow Star Palace fell silent again.
In the topmost room of the student dormitory in Quinevere Girls 'School, a girl in a casual dress was lying on the bed. Her long violet hair was spread on her jade-white back, and her fair legs were swaying back and forth restlessly. The screen in front of her was playing the same content as Fan Xinglu.
This was the boudoir of the world's number one singer, and the girl who was watching the duel with rapt attention was the owner of this room, Sylvia? Runneheim.
"Oh, Xinghan is really bad." Sylvia, who had seen Sing-Han's moves before, could see the problem at a glance. She covered her mouth and chuckled."Although I don't know if you want to show weakness to the enemy or have other motives, it's not good to lie to a girl.”
Sylvia's delicate body rolled around. She grabbed a pillow from the side and hugged it in her arms. She sat up and leaned against the headboard. After adjusting the screen, she continued to enjoy the match. Although one side had obviously gone easy on her, the visual value was still very high. The sword lights and swords danced on the field like snowflakes and catkins.
"Darling, do you know how to use swordsmanship?" Sylvia could not help but recall after watching the meeting." I don't think so. I remember that Darling was barehanded when he protected me. He never used a weapon.”
Silvia's memories were from four or five years ago. She was only eleven years old at that time, and she was not a famous singer yet. Instead, she was a member of an orphanage in a small town in Europe. She did not have enough food or warm clothes, and her only hobby was singing.
That year, her talent as a witch was awakened by chance. The news spread like wildfire. With her special and powerful abilities, she was targeted by a certain integrated enterprise consortium. They wanted to buy Sylvia from the orphanage as an experimental subject.
The orphanage was divided into two factions and argued for a long time. In the end, they decided to hand Silvia over to the unified enterprise consortium in the name of the orphanage in exchange for a huge sum of money.
Upon hearing the news, Sylvia secretly escaped with the help of her companions from the orphanage. She hid in the town, hoping to avoid the limelight for a while before returning to the orphanage.
However, she had clearly misjudged her value in the eyes of the Consolidated Enterprise Consortium. Her subordinates launched a large-scale search that almost overturned the entire town. At this critical moment, a twelve-year-old boy took her out of the siege and embarked on a month-long escape.
Even now, when Sylvia recalled what happened back then, she still felt that the plot was like a romantic novel between a knight and a princess. It made her heart race.
"I still need to confirm it further. I'll just use the residue.”Sylvia picked up a document from the bedside table. She was about to go to Europe for a concert, but the school's intelligence agency seemed to have collected some interesting news.
As she flipped through the documents, she muttered to herself,"Looks like I need to find a reliable bodyguard.”
Compared to Fan Xinglu and Sylvia, although Alfalia was also very concerned about Singham, she had never thought of taking the initiative to show up and meet him. She would only stand silently in the darkness and look at his back.
Just like now, she was sitting in her room and staring at the screen without saying a word. Without any unnecessary words or movements, her red eyes followed Xing Han's moving figure.
Alfalia's identity was special, and it was not easy to catch a glimpse of her from afar. Now that she had the chance to see Singman, she would not let go of this rare opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, Xing Han and Blade Rattan Qilin had already exchanged 50 to 60 moves in the arena. Xing Han, who was always on the defensive, finally made a new move. He blocked the incoming Thousand Feather Cut with his sword and smiled."These continuous sword moves are indeed powerful. They should be the most profound techniques in the sword technique that you have taught me. In that case, I have to show you my true ability to let you and the audience down!”
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