The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Time flies and it's time for the game.

As senior sisters, Ning Rong and Fu Xia have nothing to do, they just sit on the stage and watch the disciples compete with each other every day.Most of them are taken by the suzerain to meet guests.

Just like what Fu Xia thought, everyone couldn't help showing off having such a disciple who could stand on his own—mainly showing off his little backer, and then talking about himself.

But it's also very good, my goal has been achieved a little bit.

As long as I keep following this step in the future, I can always think about it this time, just do a little work, and I won't be noticed, and I won't have any big tasks assigned to me in the future.

Just comfortable!

The same is true now.

The suzerain led several of his disciples to the position of the pavilion master of Chenlang Pavilion.

As usual, it was the Pavilion Master of Chenlang Pavilion who praised the arrangement of the competition well.

The suzerain waved his hands and said where.

Then he was caught off guard and said: "This time this year, the disciples have arranged it all by themselves. I'm afraid that everyone will feel uncomfortable."

The pavilion master is on the same path as all the elders before him.Praising his disciples as promising, he is definitely not an ordinary person, if he can do this now, he will definitely be more powerful in the future, and he can inherit the mantle of the suzerain...

Fu Xia stood behind and couldn't stand after listening for a while.

She tilted a little sideways.

Ning Rong, who was standing in front, stretched out a hand to hold her arm.

Fu Xia lazily put his weight on the arm that Ning Rong was supporting. Looking at it from this angle, he could only see the side face of the little backer, looking seriously at the suzerain who was talking to the pavilion master at the front. .

Rupu Qingsi is tied up with a hosta, and a crown is added, without a single strand of hair covering it, so that little bit of side face is extraordinarily clear.

The facial lines are the same as her personality, smooth and soft.The bridge of the nose is not very high, the eyes are not too big, everything looks meek and mediocre.But it is extraordinarily together, which makes people feel safe.

Now he looked at the suzerain with gentle and serious eyes, bowed slightly, and looked like he was listening to the teachings seriously.

He is still a "disciple of other people's family" with prudent and rigorous standards.

In a place where no one else would care, this disciple from another family supported the ineffective junior sister behind him, and wrote on the junior sister's wrist with his fingertips: "I'll go back later, stand for a while. Is it hard?"

Fu Xia didn't speak, but felt a burst of numbness coming from his wrist.

It is even more frightening than the 99 lightning strikes in the past.

Fu Xia also wrote on the wrist of the little backer: "It's okay, I'll be fine with the support of my senior sister."

There seemed to be numbness on the wrist just now, Fu Xia carefully observed the little backer's reaction while writing.

When he was still writing the last word, he rested his fingertips on the white wrist for a while, and finally drew a stroke slowly, like a dragonfly gliding on water, and slowly retracted his hand.

Fu Xia is playing tricks.

She also looked at the little backer in front of her as she wished, and her ears immediately became red.

The suzerain briefly exchanged pleasantries with others, and all the disciples over there had already returned to their seats waiting for the start of the game.

The suzerain returned to the main position, talked about his exhortations and expectations for the new disciples, and explained the rules of the competition.Finally the game is announced.

The words containing spiritual power resounded throughout the audience.

The disciples below applauded one after another.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Fu Xia slid down, half sitting or lying down, coquettishly with the little backer: "The chair is too hard, it's uncomfortable to sit on."

Ning Rong's ears were still red, and she was embarrassed to look at Fu Xia, but when she heard Fu Xia say this, she immediately became a little anxious: "Is it hard?"

The little backer is really good-tempered.

Fu Xia met the little backer's anxious gaze, smiled, and compared the distance with his fingertips: "It's only a little bit... a little bit."

Ning Rong looked at the little bit of Fu Xiabi coming out, and seemed not relieved, but the competition below had already started, and it was hard for them to keep talking, so they could only turn around and not answer.

He just frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The little backer stopped talking, and Fu Xia was a little bored, so he could only watch the next game.

In fact, Nian Hanzong doesn't accept many disciples every year, only fifty or sixty, and each of them is very powerful.

Now one of the two players in the competition is Gu Yu.

Gu Yu was wearing the most basic student uniform of the Nian Han Sect, holding a wooden sword, and his every move was crisp and neat.She was originally a female queen, and her strength could completely crush her opponent.Although she has no strength now, her subconscious moves can also allow her to defeat her opponent within [-] moves.

What attracted Fu Xia's attention more than the bone jade was Xu Zhaohan next to the arena.

She didn't know when she ran down from the viewing stand, just outside the barrier of the arena.Lying outside the solid barrier, looking at Gu Yu with big watery eyes, he was startled: "Little wine is great!"

"Little wine is too powerful!"

At the end of the game, before Gu Yu said anything, Xu Zhaohan jumped up and down: "Xiaojiu won! Xiaojiu is really good! Haha Xiaojiu won!"

Fu Xia's ears hurt from her noise, half of her five senses were blocked, and she still felt buzzing in her ears, as if ten thousand bees were flying around her ears.Fu Xia was so annoyed that she wanted to seal her mouth directly.

The suzerain may also feel that Xu Zhaohan's appearance is inappropriate, and wants to call Xu Zhaohan up via voice transmission.

But before the suzerain said, Xu Zhaohan ran away with Gu Yu as soon as Gu Yu's match was over.He doesn't seem to be interested in other people's games at all.

The rest of the people competed for another day.

The next day Fu Xia followed Ning Rong to the viewing platform.

When he saw his chair, Fu Xia froze for a moment.

My own hard chair now has an extra cushion.The person who placed the mat also thoughtfully performed an invisibility technique to hide the mat—although the strength of the little backer is still a bit weak, so anyone who is a little stronger than her can see it at a glance.

Fu Xia's scalp was numb at the time, and he felt that he was not soft-hearted or numb now, it was the kind of impulse that his soul clamored to lift his celestial spirit cover and pounce on the little backer to cling to her.She wanted to look back at Ning Rong, but she didn't know what to do.

She resisted her impulse, pretended not to know anything, and sat down on her chair.

Although Ning Rong was always paying attention to her little junior sister.Seeing that the junior sister didn't notice anything and just sat on the chair, she wondered about the junior sister's reaction.

Sure enough, the junior sister seemed to be very surprised, sat down, couldn't help moving, and pressed her chair with her hand.As if something was pressed, he stood up again, and then sat down.

After discovering something, he leaned towards him in a daze, covered his ears with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Sister, my chair is soft now, how about yours?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, that piece of damp heat stuck to his ear, and the piece of softness didn't move away after he finished speaking - Ning Rong couldn't help moving it to the side.

After holding back, he still didn't hold back, and reached out to touch the place where Fu Xia was just sticking.

Fu Xia looked at the little backer's ears that seemed to be dripping blood, smiled cunningly, and moved over to ask again: "Senior sister, what about you?"

Ning Rong continued to sit on the hard chair, but nodded and told Fu Xia: "Yes."

Fu Xia looked at the empty chair in the backer, feeling sweet in his heart.

In other words, it’s the same whether it’s there or not. It’s obvious that I could continue to do it all day yesterday, but it’s still so pleasing that someone adds a mat to me just because I groaned.

Fu Xia didn't have time to be happy for a long time. The first round of the disciple's competition was over yesterday, and now in the second round, Gu Yu played again.

Obviously, the suzerain told Xu Zhaohan yesterday, but today Xu Zhaohan is still lying on the barrier, knowing that the bone jade in the barrier can't hear anything, but still yelling to cheer for Gu Yu like yesterday , more excited than Gu Yu.

Fu Xia's brain hurts from the Nian Hanzong's loudspeaker, and he couldn't seal all his five senses, so he simply added a barrier to Xu Zhaohan himself.

Half of the disciples have been eliminated in the first round, so today's second round is extremely anxious.Everyone is evenly matched, and the game is also very interesting.

Fu Xia looked at the little backer in front of him, and then at the bone jade on the playing field——Xu Zhaohan was still lying on the barrier, looking at his expression, he was still shouting, but his voice was covered by Fu Xia's knot. Blocked by the boundary, Fu Xia Mingming could no longer hear her voice, but looking at her expression, he still felt that the voice was right next to his ears.

Fu Xia: "..."

Small things are quite memorable.

Because of Xu Zhaohan, Fu Xia's experience watching the battle was particularly bad.

When I went back that day, Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia like this, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? Is the chair still uncomfortable?"

Fu Xia shook his head: "No."

She looked at Ning Rong, and wanted to ask the little backer if he was influenced by Xu Zhaohan, but when she got to the point of speaking, she realized that not everyone has such excellent five senses.

So Fu Xia smiled hypocritically, and told the little backer: "Little junior sister is very interesting. I just watched her all day, and didn't watch the game carefully. I feel a little negligent of my duty."

Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia, frowned slightly as if thinking about something, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!