Sweet Marriage: A Scholar's Little Wife V5

Nima, she really shouldn't let this crazy woman go so easily last time.

Mu Xiaonuan thought again of the car that flew out of the broken bridge that night, and Yuan Qijue's abdominal wound, so she stepped forward with a sullen face.

Before everyone could react, there was a crisp slap, and Kefeipier received her first slap of such a size.

Everyone in the Peel family was so angry that they never expected that this woman would dare to beat the young lady in front of them in broad daylight. It was really abominable.

However, without waiting for their actions, there was a click, and these old guys immediately froze, and stared at themselves in disbelief, their faces full of disbelief.

Behind him, Gu Lun was playing with the dark thing in his hand, smiling charmingly: "When you are old, don't meddle in the conflicts of women's families."

With the dull pain constantly stimulating the brain nerves, Ke Fei came back to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he gritted his teeth: "You dare to hit me?"

Before she finished speaking, she frantically raised her paws to fight back.

Mu Xiaonuan had good eyesight, pinched her wrist precisely, twisted her backhand and slammed her into the wall next to her, and with the other hand grabbed her hair that had been done on purpose and pulled it back, sneering .

"I'm hitting you. It's fun to find someone to kidnap, isn't it? Auntie warns you, if it wasn't for today's final, if it wasn't for the gate of the arena, see if I would let you go easily."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and gave Kefei a stern hand on the waist.

"what……"

Kefeipier was spoiled and spoiled, not to mention being beaten, he was watched over from childhood to adulthood, even bumps and bumps were before the age of three.

Not to mention her body, only one hand, the sculptor's palm and five finger pulps, basically have deep or shallow calluses due to pinching the carving knife and the scrub ball for a long time.

But this woman, without losing her carving skills, her hands are very well maintained, and it can't be seen that they are the hands of a sculptor at all.

A person who has never suffered or suffered pain was suddenly treated like this, first on her face, then on her scalp, and now on her waist. Her forehead was sweating instantly, with pain and anger.

"Bitch, let me go, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, ah..."

On the side, Yuan Qijue stood by as if he didn't see this scene. Gu Lun's eyes were full of excitement, and he praised him, although Mu Xiaonuan's little skill was not even a sesame mung bean in his eyes.

But he still enjoyed it very much.

The members of the Peel family were angry and eager. They had already ignored the shocking scene of their young lady being beaten, and they were fully focused on the next match.

If something goes wrong with Miss, how will the game be played later?They wanted to go there, but they could only watch and worry when they were blocked.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Stop it..."

There is still a competition today, even if Mu Xiaonuan is angry, she can't do anything to her, and the family background behind this woman is indeed tricky.

With these obstacles in front of her, she can't make too much trouble, she can only teach her a lesson.

Pulling her wrist, kicking her directly, kicking her towards the eager old men over there, who followed in a panic.

Mu Xiaonuan's lesson to Kefeipier today is not too much in her opinion. After all, her life is almost in the hands of this woman, and her few times are nothing.

But her behavior is completely different to the Peel family and Kefei. Looking at the whole of France, there are not many people who dare to disrespect the Peel family in this way.

"Get out, get out of here..." Kefipil broke free from the hands of several family elders.

The makeup on her face was painted, plus a slap print, her hair was messed up like a lunatic, the soft and docile top was scratched, and the front and back were either dust or shoe prints.

In addition, at this moment, she opened her mouth with a ferocious face, and her gums were exposed due to extreme anger. She looked like a crazy crazy woman.

Mu Xiaonuan sneered, didn't bother to talk to the other party, and went straight into the arena.

There were still roars from behind, and Kefipil was hugged by those old guys one by one, so she didn't let her rush over regardless of her appearance.

"Hey, look quickly, the video I captured just now..." Gu Lun said enthusiastically.

Yuan Qijue glanced at it, very speechless, Mu Xiaonuan glanced at it, became as excited as him, and patted Gu Lun on the shoulder vigorously.

Since the two met, they have been pinching each other every three days, but now it is rare to stand on the same front because of one incident.

"Good job, you sent this thing out before we go back to China, huh."

Gu Lun raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You still haven't vented your anger just now? If you let this out, how much that woman will hate you."

She didn't care: "I'm not afraid of her. When the sky is high and the emperor is far away, the only place where she can be domineering is France. When I return home, it's when I'm arrogant that she can reach there." Strange."

There was still an hour left in the game, and Mu Xiaonuan's state in the waiting room was completely different from that of other players preparing for the game.

People were nervous, but she was fine, lying on the sofa with her legs crossed, laughing and watching French cartoons.

Gu Lun glanced at it, pursed his mouth, and bumped into his friend: "Hey, can your wife do it? She doesn't look like she is going to participate in the international finals."

"When I went to the bathroom just now, I saw a contestant who didn't have his ID card on. He was carrying a small notebook to carry something on his back when he went to the bathroom. Look at yours...she doesn't know she can't win Champion, so break the jar and smash it?"

The rest room is not big, and Mu Xiaonuan could still hear Gu Lun's whisper, but the laughter stopped abruptly, and he gave him a blank look.

"What do you mean by breaking a can? Can't you say that I am confident and confident? Can I talk? No matter whether I work hard or not, it's useless to hold Buddha's feet temporarily. Cut, you don't understand if you say it, you layman."

Gu Lun: "..."

Soon, the game started. 15 minutes ahead of schedule, all players and followers could only go to sit with the competition seats. People from other countries came at least five or six times.

Only the seats belonging to the Asian side, only two big men, Yuan Qijue and Gu Lun, were sitting empty. Strictly speaking, even Gu Lun couldn't be counted.

The seats around the side are basically full, and their circle is particularly obvious, it looks like a gap.

The slightly weird gazes of other people did not disturb them at all. Gu Lun stretched his limbs and put his legs on the chair directly, thinking that it would be better to be more spacious.

On the competition stage, [-] stands were erected on a large V-shaped stage, and the surrounding circle was full of paying audiences, and many of them were wearing costumes representing their respective countries, cheering and cheering.

If Mu Xiaonuan saw it, she would be sure that in such a large group of people, absolutely no one was Asian, oh, how heartbroken.

Shocking music sounded throughout the arena. Following the screams of the audience, the judges were seated, and the host made a brief front-stage announcement to welcome the contestants into the arena.

According to the random number of the final card in hand, two teams of ten people came out from both sides of the backstage, and walked to their respective tables in order to sit down.

In the next second, a needle-like gaze shot over, looked over, and unsurprisingly met Kefipil.

The clothes worn by the twenty contestants are all uniform, regardless of color and style, suitable for both men and women. Although the vast majority of the 20 contestants are women, there are still four young men.

Kefipil's face and hair returned to their usual appearance, except for the hateful gaze when facing her.

Mu Xiaonuan raised her eyebrows and returned a mocking look. If it wasn't for the competition, the latter would definitely rush over angrily to settle accounts with her.

There were six judges in total, one sitting in the middle stood up, smiled gently, and said an encouraging word.

The game finally officially started.

After going through the two rounds of preliminary selection and re-selection, the contestants who finally appeared here have all completed the two tests of carving and repairing.

Although the sculptor sounds like a carver, but in this kind of competition, the three rounds of the finals are definitely not that simple.

In the backstage of the competition, there are basically comprehensive settings for the question types and test types of various degrees of difficulty.

But for the specific three rounds, in order to achieve the principle of fairness and openness, several judges will think on the spot and decide on the spot.

There are different types of exams, but when the judges come up with questions, they can assign them at will, or even superimpose several types, no matter how tricky they are, they are all within the allowable range.

Soon, the rules of the first round appeared on the large landing screen ahead.

The first round of the test was not about skill, but accumulation of knowledge. It looked a bit like a quiz.

As a sculptor, one must not only be able to do it, but also be illiterate. Every field has its own cultural accumulation, and the field of sculpture is no exception.

Not only that, but the first round also took the form of individual challenges.

A button is installed in the upper right corner of each contestant’s table. When the host starts speaking, see who can press the fastest. The fastest one has the right to choose. You can designate an opponent to quickly answer questions one by one. .

During the process, each person has only ten seconds to think and say the answer. If it exceeds, they will lose. Then the competition between the two is over, and they will continue to grab the button to pick the person.

The person who grabs the button has the right to choose the challenger, and the challenged cannot refuse and must fight.

Everyone has ten chances to get wrong questions, that is to say, in this non-stop mutual challenge process, whoever accumulates ten wrong answers first will be eliminated in the first round and leave his position on the spot.

Because ten people had to be eliminated in the first round, the first round was considered to be completely over until all ten candidates appeared, and the remaining ten people would go on to the second round.

This rule obviously increased the spectacle of the competition. While Mu Xiaonuan complained about the judges tossing people, she also had other calculations in her heart, and gave Kefeipier a meaningful look.