My Aunt’s Grandma is Back

Ou Keqin and Wang Shuyue knew that they had no relationship with Jian, and they had already started fishing.

Only Zhang Yang, Mo Xiaoyan and others are still there, which is in stark contrast to the dullness of the two of them.

Suddenly, Wang Shuyue, who was fishing, felt a heavy arm, and the sword in his palm "clammed" and was knocked to the ground by the sudden gravity.

In a moment, the teammates who were training hard next to her all looked at her in surprise.

Sanshen was holding a sword, and I don't know when to appear in front of her, black eyes looked at the sword on the ground, a little bit overwhelmed.

Obviously, he didn't expect that with a light pick, he would directly knock down the sword in Wang Shuyue's hand.

For Jian Xiu, the sword in his hand was knocked out, that was the biggest insult to him.

Therefore, the young man was dumbfounded, and quickly glanced at Wang Shuyue, not showing his face, but feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Of course, he didn't know that his uncle was fishing, and he didn't use any force at all, so he could easily knock the sword off.

In the eyes of Wang Shuyue and other students, it was that she was caught by the teacher when she fished, and it was over!

Wang Shuyue looked at the expressionless face of the young man in front of him, "Guru" swallowed, and was short, quickly picked up the sword that fell on the ground, straightened her posture, looked forward nervously, trying to make the teacher Ignore yourself.

"Student Wang Shuyue, take the sword like this."

The teenager stepped forward, adjusted her posture seriously before leaving.

Shu Yue heaved a sigh of relief, she didn't dare to fish anymore, and finished the swordsmanship lesson with her braces.

As soon as Sanshen said that get out of class was over, she ran away as if to escape.

For Wang Shuyue, she was suffocated in this swordsmanship class, too suffocated!

At first, the teacher is an acquaintance, or a junior with a clear distinction between public and private, her every move is stared at by the younger, and it feels like the aunt is staring at her homework by her elder nephew.

Secondly, she really didn't have much interest in the sword, and the sword didn't have a good impression on her, so she didn't let her pull it out for a long time.

Therefore, when choosing the course, Wang Shuyue decisively chose the illusion class, alchemy class, and formation class that she was interested in.

And the powerful swordsmanship, because he was inappropriate, gave up decisively.

.......

"Uncle Master!"

The morning light was shining in the white mist in the early morning, and the young man walked over slowly with the light on his back, like a dream and illusion.

After coming back from morning exercises, Wang Shuyue wiped the sweat off her face and turned around to look over.

"Why didn't the uncle take a swordsmanship class?"

The breeze came slowly, and the back was damp and sweaty, and Wang Shuyue was only a little sober. "Three provinces, what's the matter?"

The young man looked at her eyes with a look of confusion, "Uncle Master, it was because the three provinces shot down your sword in the swordsmanship class, so..."

"Ha, nothing!" Wang Shuyue, who was completely sober, waved her hand and interrupted the young man with a smile. Seeing that he came to find herself so solemnly, she patiently explained:

"It has nothing to do with you, I have no relationship with Jian."

San Sheng felt that she was comforting herself, feeling guilty, "San Sheng didn't intend to knock down the sword in the hands of Uncle Master. I and I didn't use much energy, but I didn't expect that she still knocked down Uncle Master's sword... ..."

"What do you mean?" Isn't it just knocking out the sword? How come it looks like the sky is about to fall down?

Wang Shuyue looked at the self-blaming teenager with a puzzled face, and finally realized that there were some details that he hadn't paid attention to.

Sanxing looked at her in surprise, "Uncle Master doesn't know?"

"Know what? Shoot down the sword?" she asked.

The young man nodded, his hands hanging on his side tightened, looking at her with beautiful eyes, anxiously.

Wang Shuyue suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "I really didn't think there was anything in it, what's wrong with you? Because I didn't choose your swordsmanship class, could you not be my teacher?"

The latter sentence obviously made a joke, but Sanshen shook his head hurriedly, "No, no!"

Wang Shuyue asked him what it was because of it. Sanshen saw that she really didn't care, knowing that there might be a misunderstanding in her heart, and then she explained the meaning of the sword being knocked down.

Wang Shuyue suddenly realized, "It turned out to be this. I am not a sword repairman. I don't know this at all. You misunderstood. I really didn't choose swordsmanship because of this. I really don't have the talent. You saw it."

"Really?" The boy was still not at ease.

Seeing that he was serious, Wang Shuyue nodded seriously, "Really!"

"You're pretty good, you need to be serious when you go to the textbook."

Wang Shuyue couldn't hold back, she stretched out her hand and pinched the cheek of the harmless teenager.

Sanxing was taken aback, gave her a quick glance, ran into her playful gaze, hurriedly lowered her eyes, blushing, and took a step back, not knowing whether it was pinched, or because of the swift sprouting.

"Uncle Master, for you."

Something was quickly stuffed into her hand, Wang Shuyue lowered her head to look, and when she raised her eyes, the white-clothed boy had disappeared in front of her eyes, leaving only the warm spirit dew in her palm.

Wang Shuyue felt warm, smiled and waved in the direction where the teenager was going, "Thank you!"

She knew that the teenager would be able to hear her thanks.

Looking at the multi-colored spiritual bead condensed from spiritual dew beads in his palm again, he threw it into his mouth and tasted it slowly. Wang Shuyue smiled at the corner of his mouth and walked into the bathroom.

"Little Lord?"

Nangong Qingteng looked at the white-clothed teenager standing in the corner of the bathroom in surprise, and suddenly thought of many indescribable pictures in his mind. The enamel basin in his hand shook, and his heart missed a moment.

The three provinces turned around, their expressions calm, as natural as they happened to pass by.

If you ignore his reddish ear tips.

"Nangong Qingteng, there is no young master here, only the swordsmanship teacher Nangong Sanshen." The boy reminded very seriously, his handsome eyebrows twisted lightly, quite majestic.

Nangong Qingteng is busy converging on the messy and indescribable pictures in his mind~www.readwn.com~ correct posture and look down.

When he raised his eyes again, the pure and noble white figure had disappeared.

Nangong Qingteng raised an eyebrow suspiciously. He didn't think that his young master was the kind of person who would peek at girls taking baths. He didn't think of a reason. He shook his head, let go of the curiosity in his heart, and walked into the bathroom.

The morning exercise is over, at 8 o'clock in the morning, the students of the special forces continue to attend the class.

Wang Shuyue put on clean training clothes and came to the formation classroom refreshed.

This was the first formal elective course she took. I heard that the teacher would teach something different, and Wang Shuyue was looking forward to it.

Just as she was looking forward to, there was Okeqin.

The youth frequently looked at the door of the classroom, Wang Shuyue walked in, thinking that he was looking forward to him, and waved excitedly, but the other party did not respond at all.

"Who are you waiting for?" Wang Shuyue muttered, put down her excited hand in anguish, sat next to Okeqin, and looked at the door with him curiously.