[Quick Transmigration] When handsome T dresses as a female match

Time is like a razor, the wheat fields are plowed one after another, the green leaves turn yellow, and all the heroes are going to grow old.

It can make the once young and naive people become mature and stable, and make the once glorious people fly to ashes every inch of it—so that those people who seemed to be engraved in everyone's mind when they died are no longer remembered by anyone.

Chelan Valley.

On the horizon in the distance, figures appeared, a large group of tall and short ones.

The red-haired man in the lead looked very impatient, and he was holding a cigarette with his mouth shrunken. The white smoke curled around his forehead and the back of his head, making a group of apprentice knights who were much shorter than him dare not speak out. The young people were coughing dryly, and the instructor who looked at them laughed loudly.

Really bad.Andrea held her breath and gritted her teeth thinking.

The instructor chewed empty mouth, took a puff of cigarettes, rubbed Andrea's head vigorously with his rough hands, looked at the little boy's gray eyes and said, "Learn to obey the strong, boy."

Andrea agreed with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, and secretly vowed in her heart that she would ruthlessly challenge this annoying instructor when she was able.

The man looked at the young man's gloomy and irrepressible anger face, and sneered.

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On the wide and white field of heroes, a solitary mecha stands there. It is more than three meters high and has a dark purple flowing carapace. It is different from the current popular models, but it has the classical and smooth aesthetic feeling of the previous era. Every detail Both the writing and the small details are full of unknown but meaningful sense of power——

But just looking at it makes the soles of your feet cold.

A group of teenagers and girls stood under the mech with their eyes wide open, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it, looking extremely cute.

"Look!" The instructor rapped vigorously on the shiny left breastplate of the mecha with his knuckles. A name was vaguely engraved on it——Andrea squinted his eyes to distinguish it, and finally gave up helplessly.

"This is Qilan's pinnacle work when I was young," the instructor smacked his lips, his eyes were covered by a wide-brimmed hat, and at this moment, he looked at such a deep, gray, angular and thin face with a bright color. Stern and abstinent.

"We all call her Fei Liya." The man's words were frivolous, but the palm covered with scars was gently caressing Fei Liya's shoulder armor, and Fei Liya's cold eyes were quietly looking at this Men are full of tolerance.

The young people were shocked.

It has been peaceful for too long, and the mechs have become more like a young hero's dream.

Beautiful, but ethereal.

"Instructor! Is this your mecha?" A courageous little girl asked with a smile, her black and shiny hair looked so pretty.

The instructor laughed loudly, scratching his head, his disheveled red hair was like fiery red straw: "I think too much, Anna, this is not the teacher's baby, the teacher can't control this guy--" He patted the fee again Liya's left breastplate made a clear hollow sound.

"Then, teacher, what is your mecha?"

"Mine," the instructor paused slightly, "My name is Raphael, and it's also a very good mecha, made of bronze mithril, with nine rounds of swords, the size of a human—" the man's voice carried In the temperature and warmth that is rarely seen on weekdays, "jumping and flying like an eagle with open wings."

He pulled the brim of his hat, "Unfortunately, it was discontinued a few years ago, so you probably won't be able to see it anymore."

There was a sound of frustration.

"Then," Andrea said suddenly, and he looked at the mech in front of him fascinated—the sharp silhouette was so beautiful and unbelievably beautiful under the projection of the setting sun, like a demon sleeping in the flames—"then teacher, Whose Felia belongs to?"

The children raised their heads one after another.

The instructor didn't speak for a long time.

The children began to yell: "Yes, yes, sir, tell me, you are a war hero of Ross!"

"Yeah, that's Rose's glorious jihad! It's all written in our textbooks!"

"Teacher, you are so mean! You never talked about what happened at that time - we all heard in Robbia that you were the disciple of the legendary God of War Lippi!"

The man coughed lightly, and interrupted the children's words—"I'm not a child of Dean Lippi," he showed a very bright smile, but he could see nostalgia when he looked closely.

"The owner of that mech is Lippi's disciple."

"So, does this Felia belong to Dean Faria or Dean Torresi?" The little black-haired girl asked again, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she is a [-]% fan.

Looking at Anna's appearance, the man felt like himself who was obsessed with Lippi back then.

"No." He raised his eyebrows and shook his fingers, "Mr. Lippi took in three apprentices back then, and she was the third."

"Huh?!" The children chattered and started discussing.

"I've never heard of it being taught in history!"

"That's right, I haven't heard that senior mention it—"

"I've heard of it." A sudden voice broke in, and Andrea's short stature suddenly became the focus of everyone.

The instructor blew his nose, "Oh? Let's hear it."

"At that time, I was fined to do labor service in Dean Faria's office." The boy felt his throat was a little dry, and he licked his lips. "When I was wiping the meritorious badges in the showroom, I saw a It’s a very tattered mech.” The young man gestured vigorously, “It’s a color that can be red or green, it’s quite short, and it’s very rusty, and when I wipe it, it feels like it’s falling off. "

Andrea took a deep breath, and frowned inexplicably: "But the dean seems to be a treasure. I just wiped it, and he scolded me." He raised his head, and the golden sunshine Reflecting his clear and beautiful bright gray eyes, he took a deep breath and said:

"Principal Faria said it belonged to his junior sister, and told me not to touch it."

The people around looked like they had heard the peerless gossip.

Faria is 38 years old, hanging at the end of the golden bachelor age group, and has been called a handsome uncle by countless girls in colleges - he actually treasures a woman's things?

What was even weirder was the instructor's expression. The man seemed to be half-smiling, and also seemed to be dumbfounded. Most of his pale teeth were exposed, and he could hardly bite the cigarette.

"Senior, senior, you really..." The man shook his head, blew out his cigarette butt, and stamped it on the ground.

"Then, that female senior is also very good, right?" A little fat man approached.

"Well," the instructor replied casually, his eyes still wandering on Fei Liya, "she is very powerful, I have no problem if she can beat a few times when she is young,——"

The children let out low gasps of surprise.

"—and swiped the epee across Torresi's face, almost breaking his nose—"

"--I have tricked Faria's fox, and it made him nervous--"

"—and," the man seemed to think of something funny, "—she even poked Teacher Lippi's crotch—"

Young man: ....

23333 Instructor, what are you talking about.

I must have heard wrong.

"But," the man raised his head slightly, his blue eyes looked bewildered,

"—she died early."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and no one dared to respond to these words.

"Yes," the instructor lit another cigarette and held it in his mouth. Looking at the sunset, he felt desolate in his heart.

"It's a pity that she died so early."

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In the middle of the moon, the cemetery in the Chelan Valley is so quiet that it can scare a ghost to death.

The instructor sat in front of the two tombstones, rubbed his face tiredly, and took off his dark green big-brimmed hat during the day. His fiery red hair was as dazzling as when he was young, and his sea-blue eyes were full of affection .

He filled the two tombstones in front of him with wine.

On the pale stone surface, Mo Qing was written on one, and Xiao Shan was written on the other.

Carlisle raised his head and grinned in a drunken way.

He touched Xiao Shan's glass with an empty glass, and started chatting with a smile.

"Today, I led a group of brats to look at your mecha."

"There are a few who are quite talented."

"That kid named Andrea is really just like you.

"Ashan."