mandatory military uniform

"Yes, instructor." After receiving instruction from instructor Peterson, a clear voice sounded.

Calmly looked at the instructor Peterson who was watching the show, and then looked at the senior students standing in the second row gloating after hearing the name [Ling En], Ash's brown eyes flickered.

So, is that so...

The instructor didn't like him, so he might choose the strongest second-year student to embarrass him and make him lose face in front of the students of the same grade and the senior students.

but……

With a slight smile, the corners of his lips curled up, Yaxiu thought to himself without emotion.

Not to mention, he wasn't afraid of the so-called "losing face" at all. Just in melee combat, he had absolute confidence that he could beat players with a black belt or above.

If after a while, the person carefully selected by the instructor is defeated by him, then it is not clear who will lose face...

Quietly waiting for a character like a bear man, a strong man, a muscular monster to appear, but I didn't expect to wait for a long time——

"Commanding Department, Ling En, Class A, Grade [-], please give me your advice."

It was still that clear, inorganic voice, which rang out coldly.

Looking in amazement at the beautiful boy who was only half a head taller than him in front of him, a rare surprise flashed in Ashius' eyes.

This……

Is it really male? !

In fact, the reason for such doubts is not because the other party looks like a sissy or is really weak like a woman, but because the face that is so beautiful and elegant that it is almost glamorous gives people a feeling that they have walked out of the painting. The feeling of coming out, coupled with his slender and tall figure, even wearing the same combat uniform as others, still creates an incompatible aesthetic feeling. All in all, it is quite different from the muscular monster that Ash imagined at the beginning.

"Commanding Department, Ling En, Class A, Grade [-], please give me your advice."

Looking coldly at the kid on the opposite side who was staring blankly at his face, Ling En's glass-like pupils reflected a cold light of alienation.

What's the matter with this kid?

Is there something on his face?

I hate others staring at him the most. The actions of Yaxiu accidentally hit Ling En's landmine. Facing Yaxiu's sight, Ling En ruthlessly repeats the words before the challenge in the same cold voice. Repeated.

"I……"

Keenly aware of the displeasure of the second-year [senior] Ling En opposite, Yaxiu raised his lips in amusement.

He is not happy?

why?

Asking himself that this is the first time he has met this senior named Ling En, but, for some reason, Yaxiu always has a weird feeling that he seems to have seen him somewhere.

and……

Before Yaxiu could continue to recall how Ling En brought him such a sense of familiarity, a cold voice sounded.

"Instructor, Ling En has a fever, and I am willing to demonstrate in place of Ling En."

Who?

Subconsciously followed the direction of the voice and looked towards the speaker.I saw that it was a luxurious and dazzling silver-haired boy like a dummy.

The boy's perfect, somewhat unreal appearance easily attracted the attention of others. However, the boy's proud height and innate overwhelming aura weakened the shock of his beautiful appearance. Rather, it makes people unable to lift their heads in his king-like temperament.

"Oh? Is this true, Florence?"

Turning his head and looking at the silver-haired boy who stood out from the line, Instructor Peterson asked with rare concern.

"Correct."

"I'm fine, instructor."

Coldly interrupting Zhen's words, Ling En said.

He just had a slight cold and his body temperature was on the high side, not a fever at all.

But for Zhen who suddenly jumped out to stop him... Ling En was very dissatisfied with the black eyes looking at the silver eyes quickly.

"Does it really matter?"

It was rare to be shaken, even if he really wanted to teach this first-year genius boy a lesson, but in comparison, Peterson still cared more about the physical condition of his favorite student.

"Yes."

"But……"

He opened his mouth, and the silver-haired boy named Florence was about to say something, but Ya Xiu saw Ling En turn his head quickly, and gave Florence a vicious look.

"..."

He raised his eyebrows inaudibly, this time, that Florence completely silenced.

Ha ha.

Looking at the beautiful boy who was as tall as an iceberg in front of him, Yaxiu couldn't help squinting his eyes.

He had to admit that this senior named Ling En really aroused his interest.

Looking at the other party's clear black pupils who had been staring at him, he took a step forward and made an inviting gesture.

"Then please teach me more, senior." Don't worry, because of the feeling you give me, I will try my best not to embarrass you too much.

"Please teach me more." Come on with your strength, kid.

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Although close combat is called combat, it is actually a competition of strength and judgment.

Never thought that the slender wrists of the other party, and the hands that are as beautiful as a woman, can burst out with such amazing force, and stabilize the body with force, Yaxiu tried his best not to be thrown away by this "senior" whose strength is inversely proportional to his appearance go out.

"Tsk tsk, this first-year brat is really pretty good at being able to do this."

"Yes, yes. Don't say it's a junior, even I can't stand the Queen's fall."

Seeing the two stalemate on the field, the senior students who had already been attracted by this [demonstration] commented with relish.

Leaving aside, let’s just talk about the match between the second-year students not long ago. Except for Zhen Florence who was able to defeat Ling En, even Wood, who has always been famous for his strength, was at most tied with Ling En .For example, it is very good that this little devil can still endure for such a long time when his strength is not as good as today.

"Come on, Yaxiu!"

"Come on, Ling!"

I don't know who took the lead to yell. Immediately, the students in the first and second years cheered for the two of them, and the instructor Peterson, who was very dissatisfied with Ashura, also looked at the front of him with bright eyes. Wonderful [demonstration].

Maybe outsiders don't think so, but Yaxiu, one of the parties involved, knows that if this continues, he will lose.

With the passage of time, one's own strength is gradually exhausted, while the opponent's strength, like an endless river, does not decrease but increases.

Moreover, not only that, the opponent's movements of being evenly matched with him at the beginning seemed to be trying to figure out his illusion. As the strength of the opponent's wrist increased, Ashius felt that he was already a little bit overwhelmed.

"Drink!"

Deliberately selling a flaw, Yaxiu wants to lure the opponent into the bait, and then take the opportunity to trip the opponent under his feet. Instead of continuing to compete with the opponent like this, it is better to put the victory or defeat on this one move.Taking a step back, Axiu sold his flaws.

Who knows.

"Humph."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ling En snorted softly, and did not follow closely behind him as he wished, but, taking advantage of the moment when he showed his weakness, he tightly twisted his wrist, and performed a beautiful backflip , throwing Ash to the floor.

thump.

"you lose."

Looking at Yaxiu who was lying on the floor with eyes wide open and an incredible expression on his face, Ling En said lightly.

After all, without looking at Yaxiu again, Ling En walked back to the boiling second-year team.

lost?

He...lost! ? ! ? ! ?

Staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, the dull pain from being thrown on the floor just now is still spreading from his back, but...

He actually lost!

This is a feeling he has never tasted in his more than ten years of life, and he has never thought that one day, he will taste the taste of "failure"!

"Although you lost, you performed very well, boy, get up."

Seeing Ash lying on the floor facing the ceiling in a daze, he stretched out a hand, Instructor Peterson said.

Although this kid lost, it was an honor to lose. After all, even among the second-year students, there were not many who could spend so much time on Ling En.

In a daze, he let Instructor Peterson pull him up, but Yaxiu still blinked unresponsively.

He... just lost like this?

Strictly speaking, it's not the first time that Ashius has tasted the feeling of "losing", but he doesn't know the name of the first person who made him lose. Therefore, the loss brought to him by that failure , it was more of an indescribable absurd feeling, and the impact was not as violent as this time.