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However, this method of competition is not considered bullying.

Although Mu Muyan has already entered Chiba, she has just entered, and she has only been in school for a short time, so she doesn't know how to use spiritual power.

It's fair for Jiao Xiaoxiao to propose a fist fight.

Even for Mu Yan, it was an advantage.

After all, she has undergone so much close combat training in her previous life. Although her body is not very strong now, when the opponent is a girl of the same age, it should not be difficult to win.

But Komoron on the side seemed worried: "Xiao Xiao, she is Teacher Hua's apprentice, so I don't want to offend Teacher Hua."

Jiao Xiaoxiao glared at Comoron: "I won't really hurt her, we're just competing to learn from each other. Could it be that as Teacher Hua's apprentice, he can't even compete with others? There's no reason for that!"

Judging by Comoron's reaction, this petite should also be able to fight.

Not bad, interesting.

Mu Yan nodded: "Okay, I agree."

"The time is set for tomorrow after school, how about it?"

Doesn't that mean there is still a day of preparation time?

That's good, you can practice all the previous fighting skills, so that this body is familiar with those moves.

"Okay." Mu Yan nodded.

Now, get out of class time is finally over. Wan Muyan finally left the main teaching building with her textbooks in her arms, and went to Hua Zhaoying's garden.

However, this time, Mu Yan was not in a hurry to enter the house.

She came here because she saw a good place to practice under the shade in the garden. No matter what, no one would dare to disturb her practice here. It was a safe place for Mu Yan whose spiritual power was still in its infancy.

After closing her eyes, Mu Yan began to circulate the spiritual power in her body again.

These spiritual powers seemed to be more agile and gentle than at noon, wandering in her body, seemed to be getting closer and more familiar with her internal organs.

Somehow, in the process of practicing, Wan Muyan actually felt the rising joy.

Two and a half hours later, Mu Yan's practice was interrupted.

"Okay, it's time to eat."

Hua Zhaoying's voice came from the top of her head, and Muyan restrained her spiritual energy, opened her eyes, and raised her head: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she obediently followed Hua Zhaoying and entered the house.

The dishes tonight look very appetizing, boiled fish with pickled cabbage, braised pork, fried asparagus, cold vegetable platter, and a large bowl of chicken soup.

Just now, Muyan was so absorbed in her cultivation that she didn't even smell the aroma of burning herbs, nor did she hear the sound of Hua Zhaoying chopping vegetables.

For some reason, Wan Muyan felt that there was a smile in Hua Zhaoying's eyes when she looked at her.

However, the stomach is empty right now, and Mu Yan didn't care about it, and started to eat heartily.

This time, she ate two more bowls of rice.

During the meal, Hua Zhaoying didn't say a word, and Mu Yan didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he ate more comfortably.

In her previous life, when she lived with the old genius doctor, the old genius doctor didn't like to talk during meals.

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

The words of the old miracle doctor seemed to be right next to Mu Yan's ears.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Hua Zhaoying, only to feel that the person in front of her was... so similar to Master.

From temperament, to character, to habits, they all seem to be exactly the same.

More importantly, Hua Zhaoying exuded a sense of intimacy.