Shut Up! I Am Not a Sea King!

Suddenly.

"Clap" sound.

Chen Yu's Brother Liu exploded on the [-]nd.

His chest was flattened, and the front of his clothes was full of juice.

Note pops up.

[Laughing to death, not completely laughing to death. 】

Chen Yu: "..."

Bow down.

His expression froze.

Ma Dan, fried again!

Su Mumu: "..."

Smile like a flower.

Everyone laughed.

Make you big! ?Is it fried?

Hee hee, deserve it!

however.

Before she had time to laugh, Su Mumu's smile froze again.

Under her gaze, Chen Yu conjured two more wild fruits like magic, and stuffed them into his arms.

this moment,

Chen Yu swelled up again.

Looking at Su Mumu, he puffed out his chest and launched a mocking attack: "That's it?"

offstage.

Wu Qingyou and Qinluan who were watching fell down one after another.

Wu Qingyou, who was wearing a fox mask, was expressionless.

starting today.

I have to draw a line with him!

Qin Luan gritted his teeth even more.

Why does Qingyou like such shameless people?

No!

No matter what, I want to take Qingyou back from this brazen man!

this moment.

Qin Luan suddenly had a sense of sacred mission.

It is Qinluan's responsibility to protect Qingyou!

On the stage.

Su Mumu: "..."

The expression gradually lost control, and she couldn't help it anymore.

This neurosis.

The slave family is ashamed to be with this person!

Inhale, exhale, turn your head, shout, all in one go.

"Referee, start the competition!"

In the beginning, Su Mumu felt that he might go crazy.

The referee recovered.

Although it has been known from others that Mrs. Liu Menghan is bold and unrestrained.

But this is too bold.

Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she picked up the note and announced the start of the competition.

this one.

The content of the competition is - fighting.

Hearing what the referee said, Wu Qingyou frowned.

Chen Yu was also unlucky.

He actually got the most troublesome project.

to be frank.

When Chen Yu heard about the competition, Chen Yu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Fighting?

What a shit joke.

I fight with a five-star player and a nearly twelve-star player?

or......

Shake people?

Just when Chen Yu was thinking about shaking people, Su Mumu who was opposite suddenly felt cold all over.

There is a feeling of impending disaster.

strangeness.

Why did the slave family suddenly have a premonition of bad luck?

Raising her eyebrows in wonder, Su Mumu glanced left and right, thinking it might be an illusion.

She nodded her chin to the referee: "Since it's a fight, please continue."

The referee nodded.

Take out a bamboo tube with a bamboo stick and shake it vigorously.

Seven bamboo sticks fell out of the bamboo tube.

The referee picked it up and took a look.

These seven bamboo sticks are written respectively——

【Qin】【Chess】【Book】【Painting】【Appearance】【Skill】【Wu】

After glancing at the words on the bamboo stick, the referee loudly announced the rules of the game.

Only then did Chen Yu find out.

It turned out that this fight did not mean to fight, but to draw seven bamboo sticks.

A bamboo stick represents a project.

One point per game.

After seven games, the player with the highest score wins.

This method of competition is the longest and most troublesome, so it is also called martial arts.

And the real item that uses combat to determine victory is [Wu] rather than [Wu Fight].

After learning about the competition, Chen Yu suddenly felt a little regretful.

He wanted to shake someone.

How did the project change.

Not knowing that she had escaped, Su Mumu raised her snow-white chin and gracefully made her first appearance.

She is wearing a white dress.

It looks like a charming and charming white fox.

After some preparations.

Su Mumu sat on the stage and began to play the piano.

At the welcoming meeting.

Being pretty is a plus.

But if you don't have any real skills, it's hard to get into the top [-].

in contrast.

Even if the appearance is ordinary, but the talent is outstanding, it is very likely to break into the top [-].

And Su Mumu was able to make it this far, so he was no fool.

Good-looking is just her appearance, but her inside is not inferior to her appearance.

The plain hand caresses the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious.

A piece of piano music that is not inferior to Wu Qingyou's level flows like water, lingering in everyone's ears.

After the song ended, Su Mumu got up.

Judging from her smiling expression, she seemed satisfied with her performance.

She raised her eyebrows at Chen Yu with a proud tone: "Master Liu, how is your piano skill?"

Chen Yu disliked it: "It's average."

Su Mumu: "..."