The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

"Xue Lang went to challenge Du Jin? But Du Jin is a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"Golden Dan vs. Nascent Soul, it's impossible to fight! Sigh, Junior Brother Xue was a bit too reckless in choosing an opponent."

Xiao Guan also hissed like a toothache.Up to now in the competition meeting, although there have been cases where disciples with low cultivation level challenged disciples with high cultivation level, it was only the seventh level of foundation building challenging the eighth level of foundation building, or the third level of golden core challenging the fifth level of golden core. kind.There has never been such a challenge beyond a whole realm.

A realm is like a gap, not to mention that a monk in the Nascent Soul realm can be regarded as a master in the realm of comprehension, and it is simply difficult for a Jindan monk to overcome it.

"I'm talking about Meng Chen," Xiao Guan shouted at Meng Chen through a few disciples, "Is your little junior brother a bit aggressive? It's a small thing to lose face if you lose, it's not good if your self-confidence is hit. Neither do you. Remind him."

Meng Chen also didn't expect Xue Lang to choose Du Jin.but……

"He knows it."

Although Xue Lang usually looks carefree, he has always been reliable at critical moments.Since he chose this way, he must have his reasons.

and……

Meng Chen tapped his knees rhythmically with his knuckles, observing Du Jin who was swaggering onto the ring with a haughty expression on his face.

No matter how majestic the Nascent Soul cultivated by Zengling Pills is, it is just a paper tiger. It is not certain who will win and who will lose.

"Just now I was thinking about where to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door." Du Jin pulled out his weapon, the Golden Dragon Whip, and sneered, "Since you can't wait to shame yourself in front of everyone, I won't be polite. gone."

He narrowed his eyes, determined to teach this brat who dared to speak out in front of him a good lesson, the golden dragon whip vigorously "slapped" twice on the ground, and the third whip went straight towards Xue Lang's face!

Although this cultivation base is piled up, it is really at the Nascent Soul level, plus the Golden Dragon Whip is also extraordinary, Du Jin's whip is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.Several female disciples of Cuixia Peak couldn't bear to turn their faces away, for fear of seeing Xue Lang's face blooming and blood splattered on the scene, but Liu Xuanxuan opened her eyes wide in surprise, looking at the figure on the ring that was nimbly avoiding the dangerous whip, He murmured, "Tread on the waves? Junior brother Xue can also ride on the waves?"

Not only that, but the more surprising thing is yet to come.

After Xue Lang avoided Du Jin's whip with ease, his wrist sank horizontally, and the tip of his sword drew a straight line in the air. White light condensed on the blade, like a line of flowing clouds.

An older disciple of Taixuanzong recognized this momentum, and said in surprise: "Yunlong three-fold? This sword technique, I remember that the disciple only learned it in the sixth year of his introduction, and he actually knows how to use it!?"

Not only did Xue Lang know how to use it, but he also used it very well.The characteristic of Yunlong's three-fold sword is its flexibility and ingenuity, which is suitable for dealing with opponents who are stronger than themselves.Du Jin felt a sudden gust of wind blowing in the air, and the clouds in the sky were pulled and surged, gathered into three cloud dragons and swooped down from different directions, opening their mouths to let out a vigorous and loud roar.He had never seen this kind of swordsmanship before, and he couldn't help being a little panicked. He forced himself to calm down and identify it. He felt that the dragon in the middle was the real sword energy, so he shouted and raised his whip to the center!

When the white cloud dragon touched the golden dragon whip, it immediately dispersed into a cloud of mist and disappeared in the air.At the same time, the cloud dragon on the left roared past Du Jin's side. Du Jin only felt a pain in his waist and abdomen, and found that his left waist had been cut by the sword energy.

Just as he was staring at the wound on his waist in disbelief, Xue Lang swung his long sword, and the next move was already in front of him!

"Henghe into the sea! I'll go, I haven't learned this style yet!"

"Jingfeng Thirteen Swords!? He also knows such complicated sword skills??"

"The sky is full of wind! Oh my god, this is a sword move I've practiced for five years!"

Taixuanzong disciples were all dumbfounded.Taixuan swordsmanship is the first set of swordsmanship that every beginner learns. Although it is the most basic swordsmanship, to master it thoroughly and use it freely, you need to practice it diligently for at least three years.After the foundation is laid, you can learn more complex and more lethal sword techniques.

But Xue Lang had demonstrated no less than four sword techniques in this short confrontation.Everyone can clearly see that he is not trying to show off his skills, nor is he obsessed with his appearance. Every move and style used by the young man is the most perfect combination in the situation at that time. After mastering the swordsmanship, a new set of swordsmanship was recomposed by Shun Shun's mind.

This is a realm that many people cannot reach for years, decades, or even their entire lives.

But how long has it been since Xue Lang got started?How old are you?

, or 19 years old?

All the disciples couldn't help but fell silent when they saw the handsome young man on the stage.

Du Jin was also flustered by the teenagers' endless tricks.He couldn't figure it out, his cultivation base was obviously so much higher than the opponent's, but under the opponent's sword, it seemed that he couldn't find a chance to exert his strength at all.The whip in his hand became more and more chaotic, and the aggrieved anger in his heart became more and more intense, until it reached the critical point of explosion, Du Jin's mind was blank, he yelled regardless, and his red eyes twitched like crazy——

The Golden Dragon Whip missed its aim and got tangled up on his left leg. Without even thinking about it, he pulled hard, and with a "bang" he threw himself to the ground!

All the disciples of Zhenwu Villa turned green, and they covered their eyes because they couldn't bear to look directly.

Xue Lang's sword was firmly in front of Du Jin's neck, he retracted it after a pause, turned and walked down the stage.

The outcome has been decided.

"Junior Brother Xue! That's great!"

Xiao Guan couldn't help but stood up and whistled, Meng Chen also had a slight smile on his face, but the next moment his expression changed, and he shouted coldly: "Be careful behind you!"

Du Jin got up from the ground, picked up the Golden Dragon Whip again, and whipped it at Xue Lang from behind without saying a word!

sneak attack!

It's still a sneak attack after the sparring has failed!

The disciples of Taixuanzong all showed anger, even the disciples of Zhenwu Villa did not expect Du Jin would do such a despicable act, the head of Zhenwu also changed his face, stood up from his seat and shouted angrily: "Du Jin!"

But Du Jin didn't seem to hear it.He seemed to be controlled by the shame and hatred of failure, his eyes were bloodshot, and the spiritual power in his body ran wildly, and with the Golden Dragon Whip overwhelming Xue Lang, he suppressed him!

Xue Lang had already reached the edge of the ring, and his sword had been retracted into its sheath. Although he was keenly aware of the strange fluctuation of spiritual power behind him, he immediately used the stepping wave to dodge, but was still swept behind by the airflow of the Golden Dragon Whip. back, was immediately thrown out, and a burst of fishy smell rose from his throat.

Meng Chen stood up suddenly and rushed towards the ring.It's just that an isolation barrier is set up around the arena. In order to allow the disciples in the field to compete without distractions from the outside world, no one is allowed to enter the arena until the battle is over.

Xue Lang fell to the ground, coughed just now, only to hear the howling wind, the Golden Dragon Whip was pulled down again with the power of thunder!

Without even thinking about it, he rolled on the ground, the Golden Dragon Whip struck where he had placed it, and actually cut a deep crack in the ring!

Xue Lang and Meng Chen changed their faces at the same time.

Not right.

Although it is still the power of Nascent Soul Realm, Du Jin only played 20.00% before, but now he has played 120% in these two whips!

This is the move of a real Nascent Soul master!

Meng Chen's expression froze, and he glanced around sharply, but found no suspicious person.He had no choice but to suppress his uneasiness and doubts temporarily, and said loudly to the head of Taixuan, "Du Jin has violated the rules of the competition, please stop the competition immediately!"

Taixuan's face sank like water, and he signaled to the disciples in charge of the arena's isolation barrier to remove the barrier.The disciple acted immediately after receiving the order, but the next moment there was a look of panic on his face: "Report to the master, the isolation barrier has malfunctioned and cannot be removed!"

In just a few breaths, Du Jin had drawn towards Xue Lang again.

The Golden Dragon Whip of the Divine Weapon of Saint Grade also seemed to come alive suddenly, exerting its true power, the golden light of the whip flashed, and the whistling sound resounded in all directions, as if even the air was about to be shattered by this extremely powerful force!

The angle of this whip was extremely tricky, and with its strong strength and precise calculation, it cut off all Xue Lang's escape routes.Seeing that he could not get away from the waves, Xue Lang decisively blocked his sword, the two genitals collided instantly, the swords and whips collided brazenly, sparks shot out like a gust of wind and rain!

However, in a head-to-head competition, Xue Lang lost no suspense. The golden dragon whip deflected the long sword, and the next moment it slammed on Xue Lang's chest.

Xue Lang was pulled backwards, hit the isolation barrier behind him heavily, and fell to the ground again.

The blood was smeared on the ground, the teenager's neck was bulging with veins, and his fingers grabbed the ground hard.

"What happened to the enchantment!?"

Seeing Meng Chen striding over with a chill in his body, the disciple in charge of the enchantment couldn't say anything intimidating: "Meng, brother Meng, I don't know what happened, the enchantment suddenly couldn't be taken back!"

Meng Chen secretly gritted his teeth. Seeing that Du Jin was already carrying the whip and walking towards Xue Lang who was lying on the ground again, the corner of his eyes jumped, and he shouted sharply to the stage: "Xue Lang, stand up!"

Xue Lang tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, endured the severe pain in his chest and took a deep breath, and supported himself up with his palms.

Needless to say, Meng Chen would stand up too.

Winning or losing is not the point, and it doesn't matter if you lose face in front of thousands of people, but there is only one thing—

He must not fall down in front of Meng Chen.

Never! !

Du Jin whipped the whip again in front of his face. Amidst the screams of countless people, Xue Lang supported himself with one hand, and flew upside down like a falcon, avoiding the whip dangerously. Punch down at Du Jin!

Du Jin squinted his eyes, and quickly leaned back to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the young man's figure also changed flexibly in the air. The sharp sword turned from vertical to horizontal, "crossing the Tianhe" in one style, and slashed at Du Jin's neck like a gust of wind!

Du Jin turned sideways, and a moment later, a strand of black hair floated down from the air.

The disciples held their breath and stared at the field without blinking, almost forgetting that this was a duel that crossed a realm.

Du Jin stared at Xue Lang with blood-red eyes, as if completely irritated.

The golden shadow flashed in the air, and immediately hit Xue Lang. The golden dragon whip trembled on the sword like a snake, twisting and flying Xue Lang's sword!

"It's over!"

Taixuanzong disciples screamed and dropped their weapons, which is equivalent to falling into the situation of being slaughtered by others!

Du Jin sneered, caught the falling sword, and stabbed Xue Lang in the chest!

Meng Chen stared at the field, his palms broke out in a cold sweat!

With no weapons and no retreat, facing an opponent several times stronger than himself, Xue Lang didn't know whether he was going to die or was driven to a dead end and lost his mind. At this critical moment, he didn't hide, but pointed at the tip of the sword Welcome up!

Xiao Guan suddenly got up, his face turned blue: "He's crazy!!"

Seeing that the point of the sword was about to stab Xue Lang right through, the boy's body suddenly turned at an inconceivable angle, barely avoiding the vital point——

"Tai Chi Bone Transformation Art." Zhao Jingchen's eyes were filled with disbelief, "How many things does he know..."

With a "chi", the tip of the sword avoided the heart, and pierced deeply into Xue Lang's rib.And Xue Lang also risked the price of being hit by the sword, seizing the opportunity of the sudden shrinkage of the distance between the two, his eyes were determined and fierce, and he slammed his two palms on Du Jin's chest.

These two palms exhausted all his last strength.

Du Jin's whole body froze, his face was congested rapidly, his body was blown out suddenly, he fell heavily on the ground, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Outside the arena, on a pine branch far away, Pei Yuze's dark pupils suddenly returned to normal, and then he opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a pale face.

He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips expressionlessly, and watched helplessly as the white figure rushed to the ring immediately after the isolation barrier was eliminated, and embraced the fallen Xue Lang into his arms.

Meng Chen quickly tapped a few big acupoints on the boy's body to stop the bleeding, and then fed him two pills: "How are you doing now?"

"No, it's nothing serious." Xue Lang coughed twice, turned his head and smiled at him, "See, I won."

"I see." Meng Chen stretched out his hand to hold his bleeding lower ribs, his eyes felt a little hot, "I have already said that you are very powerful."

A disciple outside the arena quickly brought up a stretcher, carefully carried Xue Lang up, and bandaged his wound.The disciples of Zhenwu Villa also carried the unconscious Du Jin down.Due to unexpected accidents, there was another problem with the isolation barrier, and the discussion meeting was forced to be temporarily suspended, and it will continue after the barrier is repaired.

After the disciples dispersed, Meng Chen went to find the master Taixuan.

"I suspect that just now on stage, Du Jin was controlled by someone."

He straight to the point told the head of the speculation in his heart, the head also nodded with a serious face: "Indeed. I looked at its shape, but I think it is a kind of secret technique in the magic cultivator, soul control."

Meng Chen repeated in a low voice: "Magic cultivator?"

"It's just a guess, I'm actually not sure." The head frowned and said, "Just now I have released my divine sense and probed the entire area ten miles away. I didn't find any aura of demon cultivation, so I dare not jump to conclusions."

The sect master's cultivation is already at the Void Refining Realm, only under the Mahayana, if there really is a demon cultivator mixed into Taixuanzong, it is impossible not to notice it.

Unless, that demon cultivator is extremely good at hiding.

"I will continue to investigate this matter. You should go and see Xue Lang first." The head said, "Speaking of which, his performance today also surprised me—you gave him a little trouble? Why does he know so many things? "

"He is very smart." Meng Chen said softly, "He is also very hardworking."

There is no absolute genius, whether it is him or Xue Lang, the reason why he can make astonishing achievements in a certain field is that he has made several times the efforts of ordinary people during the time when no one is watching.

-

Xue Lang's injury was not serious, but he lost a lot of blood after all. After being bandaged by his disciples, he was sent back to Luosongzhai to lie down.

Many disciples were not convinced that Xue Langfang entered Tianji Peak as soon as he started.Apart from framing Meng Chen, Xue Lang has attracted a lot of attention since he started, but he hasn't done any other outstanding things.When many disciples mentioned his name, most of them felt that it was not worthy of the name, and thought that he was not worthy of staying on Tianji Peak.

To this day, seeing him succeed in leapfrogging to challenge the Nascent Soul Realm masters, everyone is truly convinced.

Not to mention, he was at an extreme disadvantage, and at the cost of serious injuries, he succeeded in the Jedi counterattack.The young man's behavior not only brought honor to the sect, but also the courage and fighting spirit that he displayed, also infected many people, changing their impression of Xue Lang.

Many disciples who had nothing to do with Xue Lang came to Luosongzhai to visit his injuries, and several nuns from Cuixia Peak blushed and brought him medicine and food.Xue Lang never cared about other people's gazes, but he would never reject others' kindness. He politely thanked everyone who came to visit him.

Until a nun in a golden school uniform walked in the door.

Xue Lang slightly frowned.Because of Du Jin's relationship, he didn't have a good impression of the disciples of Zhenwu Villa, but the identity of the person who came was unknown, and he was a girl. He didn't want to be too obvious, so he just asked politely, "Who are you?"

The girl was very delicate and beautiful, and there was a lofty and domineering look formed by long-term pampering in her eyebrows and eyes: "You don't know who I am?"

The virtues exactly the same as Du Jin made Xue Lang impatient, and perfunctorily twitched the corner of his mouth: "I should know?"

The girl stared at his handsome and deep facial features for a while, then raised her eyebrows and smiled: "You really have a personality. Xue Lang, right? I think you are very good. How about making friends?"

Xue Lang simply closed his eyes: "Not interested."

The girl choked, and it was the first time in her life that she was treated coldly in this way.She sneered and raised her chin proudly: "You wait. I will let you come to me on your own initiative."

She snorted again, turned around and walked away arrogantly.Xue Lang closed his eyes for a while, and when he heard someone coming in again, he frowned irritably, looked up with a sullen face, his impatient expression instantly turned into joy: "You're here!"

Meng Chen carried a food box, walked to the side of the bed and sat down, checked his wound, and when he saw that there was no serious problem, he took out the bowl from the food box.

Xue Lang looked at the soup in the bowl, and suddenly said "ah", and remembered an important thing: "My black-bone chicken!!"

"Here it is." Meng Chen brought the soup to Xue Lang, "The stew is ready, let's drink."

Xue Lang caught the chicken for Meng Chen to eat, but in the end he drank it himself, he was a little embarrassed, but then he thought of something, and looked at Meng Chen with bright eyes: "Did you cook this soup? "

Meng Chen met those big eyes, and a rare embarrassment rose in his heart: "...No. I don't know how to make soup, so I asked Junior Sister Liu to cook it."

"It's okay." Xue Lang took the soup with a smile and drank it up.

"Go to sleep for a while." Meng Chen rubbed his hair, "I told the others not to disturb you first."

Xue Lang nodded obediently, lying on the bed supported by Meng Chen, staring at Meng Chen with blinking eyes, and said again: "I'm very good today, right?"

Meng Chen smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Yes."

"So, you have to remember what you promised me." Xue Lang urged earnestly, "You must tell me what happens, I can help you."

"Okay." Meng Chen also nodded seriously, "I will."

Only then did Xue Lang close his eyes and fall asleep contentedly.

Meng Chen looked at the boy for a while, picked up the food box, and quietly closed the door and went out.

-

After the isolation barrier was repaired, the discussion meeting continued without any other accidents.

After the three-day meeting, the disciples of Zhenwu Mountain Villa, led by the disciples of Taixuanzong, visited Zangshu Pavilion, Jingxin Square, Xiushui Mountain and other places, and had some exchanges in other aspects.

Xue Lang was young and strong, and his injuries healed within two days. On this day, the head of Taixuan came to visit him in person, and said a lot of praise and encouragement in a friendly way, and finally said: "Xue Lang, I have something here, and I want your help."

Xue Lang couldn't think of anything that the dignified sect leader would need his help with, but he respectfully said, "Tell me."

"That's right. Ying Tian, ​​the head of Zhenwu Villa, has been an old friend of mine for many years. His daughter is also here with him this time. You should have seen her yesterday. Her name is Ying Lan."

Xue Lang's face paled suddenly, he frowned and looked at the master: "What do you want to say?"

The head of Taixuan sighed in his heart, thinking that this little guy was really straightforward, and all his emotions were directly on his face: "I have no other intentions, but this time Zhenwu Villa came to our door to communicate, and there were a lot of unexpected frictions. Du Jin violated martial ethics and attacked and seriously injured you, but he himself was also seriously injured. I heard that several ribs were broken; Lu Yuanshan was Yingtian's most proud disciple, and he was defeated by Meng Chen unexpectedly. Of course, this has nothing to do with you It has nothing to do with Meng Chen, but people want to save face. Ying Tian has been stuck with me twice, and I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. It just so happens that his daughter admires you very much and wants to make friends with you..."

"So the head of the sect came to be a lobbyist in person?" Xue Lang said coldly, "It turns out that Taixuanzong is not only a place to teach disciples to practice, but also cares about pimps?"

Hey, this mouth!

The head of Taixuan choked, and his voice trailed off guiltily: "Y-you can't say that..."

Seeing the young man's cold face and indifference, the head of Taixuan sighed secretly, knowing that this matter would not work, he had no choice but to say: "Okay, I didn't think about this matter, and I shouldn't force you to make friends with others. How about it, Tomorrow, Zhenwu Villa will leave for home, and there will be a farewell ceremony before leaving, and then you, as a representative, will give Ying Lan a farewell gift, is that okay?"

This matter is still within the acceptable range, not to mention that the sect leader does have difficulties, and his posture is so low, it is impossible for Xue Lang not to give the sect master this face, so his expression turned pale, and he nodded in agreement.

But he didn't expect that the farewell gift was actually a bouquet of flowers.

A large bouquet of fresh and beautiful bluebells.

Xue Lang's face darkened, and he almost wanted to walk away: "Why do you want to send flowers?!"

The head and the head of Zhenwu were talking alone, and there were only the disciples of Zhenwu Villa and the representatives of Taixuanzong's disciples who came out to see him off.Xiao Guan had a smirk on his face, winked his eyebrows and said: "Stupid brother, what a great opportunity! Ying Lan is the eldest lady of Zhenwu Villa, tsk tsk, if you come to be a son-in-law, maybe you will be the next head of Zhenwu!"

Of course he was joking, but when Xue Lang heard this, his expression became even more embarrassing, he put the flowers in Xiao Guan's hand and was about to leave.

"Hey hey!" Xiao Guan didn't expect this junior brother to be teased so much, he quickly pulled him back, whispered in his ear, "Can't I just stop talking nonsense! I was joking, but that Ying Lan does mean something to you. With so many people watching, you should at least deal with it superficially, and don’t let them down.”

Xue Lang's eyebrows twisted into a twist.

"Good junior brother, feel wronged." Xiao Guan said, "It doesn't matter if you don't give Ying Lan some face, you have to give our head some face."

Xue Lang sighed, took the bouquet of bluebells resignedly, tried hard to make his expression not so ugly, and strode towards Ying Lan.

Ying Lan had been quietly observing the situation here, seeing the boy in black finally walking towards her with flowers in his hands, although his expression was still arrogant, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched in joy.

When Meng Chen passed by, he saw this scene.

Many disciples had ambiguous smiles on their faces, laughing and watching a pair of teenagers and girls.The black-clothed boy walked over amidst the ridicule of the crowd, his movements were a little stiff, and he gave a large handful of dark blue and light blue flowers to the girl.The girl's face was delicate and pretty. Although she showed a nonchalant expression when receiving the flowers, her flushed cheeks clearly revealed the girl's secret thoughts.

From a distance, the handsome man and the charming woman are a good match.

Meng Chen watched for a while, then left silently.

-

The silver moon hangs high, and the night is as cool as water.

The disciples of Zhenwu Mountain Villa had already left, and the busy days finally came to an end. Xue Lang sat in meditation for a while in his room, feeling a little absent-minded, so he asked Lan Pang on the bird stand by the window: "Hey, Fatty."

Lan Pang, who was eating, turned his head and glared at him.

Xue Lang: "Do you want to go play with Bai He?"

Lan Pang was overjoyed, and immediately put on a flattering expression, jumped onto Xue Lang's shoulder and rubbed his neck flatteringly.

"Let's go." Xue Lang immediately jumped off the bed, with the little blue bird on his shoulder, and walked briskly to Qixueju.

When he arrived in the courtyard of Qixueju, he imitated Meng Chen who picked a leaf last time, put it on his lips and blew it, and after a while, he saw a white crane descending from the sky, Lan Pang immediately flew over with great joy, and became intimate with his little friend I went to play.

Xue Lang knocked lightly on the door, then walked into the room.

Meng Chen lit a lamp and was reading at the desk.

He had heard the commotion in the yard before, but now that Xue Lang came in, he didn't say hello to him, his gaze still lazily resting on the page in front of him.

Xue Lang inexplicably felt that there was something wrong with his attitude, and felt a little strange in his heart. He coughed to show his presence: "That, it's me."

Meng Chen gave a "hmm" and turned a page of the book: "I know."

Xue Lang: "...what's the matter with you?"

Meng Chen: "It's nothing."

Xue Lang was a little flustered by saying nothing but obviously having some kind of attitude. He didn't know where he had offended the young man, so he stood in the room for a while in a daze, and then saw the small earthen jar on the table .

The frost-white flowers in the earthen pot are in full bloom, and the more night, the softer the moonlight-like brilliance blooms.

Xue Lang's heart moved, thinking that Meng Chen didn't seem to know who sent the flowers, so he had nothing to say: "Where did you get this flower, it's quite beautiful."

Mentioning "flowers", Meng Chen finally reacted, his gaze shifted from the pages of the book to the small frosty white flowers, and said: "Sent by the flower farmer."

Xue Lang's secretly nervous expression froze for a moment.

From the florist? ?

How did you become a flower farmer? ?

"Give this one today, and that one tomorrow." Meng Chen rested his face on the palm of his hand, turned a page of the book with downcast eyes, "Isn't it just a flower farmer who sells flowers?"

Xue Lang: "..."

He immediately realized that Meng Chen had found out about sending orchids during the day.

After Meng Chen said the words, although he didn't show it on the surface, he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Of course he knew that Xue Lang could not have any interest in that girl, and he always felt that he didn't take this matter seriously.But it wasn't until he saw Xue Lang at night, when he involuntarily said those words just now, that he realized that from daytime until now, he had been struggling in his heart, an anger that he couldn't explain clearly.

The anger in his heart was rushing back and forth anxiously, urging him to say things that he thought were childish and vexatious, things that he would never say on weekdays.

Xue Lang opened his mouth anxiously before recovering his voice: "Can this be the same!!"

Meng Chen finally looked up at him: "What's different?"

"Everywhere is different!" Xue Lang said anxiously, "I gave her flowers to complete the task assigned by the head, and I gave you flowers because I—"

Meng Chen's heart thumped, and he raised his eyes to look at him.

However, the young man seemed to be strangled by someone suddenly, his face including his ears heated up rapidly, and Meng Chen and Meng Chen looked at each other for a long time with a blushing face, then suddenly looked away in a panic.

"I, I remembered that I haven't meditated today, so I'm leaving first!"

The boy bowed his head and hurriedly left a word, then pushed the door and ran away without looking back.

Meng Chen looked at the door that was too late to close, closed the book with his fingers that he couldn't read a word from the beginning to the end, and then gently moved it to his heart, silently feeling his heartbeat that lost its sense of proportion.

After a long time, he exhaled lightly, recalling the figure of the young man who had just left in a hurry, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he muttered something in a low voice.

"coward……"