Xu Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment.
She didn't expect Gu Yue to say this.
"Go to bed early tonight."
Gu Yue stretched out his hand and helped Xu Xiaoyan straighten the fishbone braid that was blown by the wind on his shoulder. The movement was very light and natural, like a sister taking care of her sister. "We have to train tomorrow."
Xu Xiaoyan's eyelashes trembled, then nodded. "Okay."
Gu Yue took back his hand, turned around and walked towards the dormitory. His long black hair swayed gently behind him, his steps were calm, and his back was cold, as if nothing had happened.
Xu Xiaoyan stood there, looking at the back of Gu Yue, and was silent for several seconds.
She always felt that there was something else hidden in Gu Yue's words just now, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
Xie Xie and Tang Wulin stood there, looking at each other.
"Let's go." Xie Xie patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid something will happen if I stay any longer."
Tang Wulin nodded with deep understanding.
The two of them followed Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan on tiptoe, maintaining a safe distance of three meters. No one dared to say anything.
The playground finally became quiet.
The moonlight still shines on the lawn, glowing with a faint silvery white luster. The night wind blows from the sea, carrying a salty and moist breath, blowing away the remaining Soul Power fluctuations on the playground and the brief, inexplicable and silent confrontation that no one could understand.
The next day, in the office of Wu Zhangkong.
The morning light shines in through the window, cutting a straight strip of light on the floor.
Wu Zhangkong is sitting behind the desk, with Zhong Shenxiu and Xu Xiaoyan standing in front of him.
The atmosphere in the office is a bit delicate.
Wu Zhangkong's stern and abnormal face remained calm, as if the collapse of the sky had nothing to do with him. But those eyes, which were usually as calm as a deep pool, were undergoing a violent internal earthquake at this moment.
Pupil earthquake.
Literally.
The corners of his mouth were twitching crazily, and his stern mask repeatedly jumped between "indifferent" and "shocked", and finally settled on a twisted expression between "Are you kidding me" and "This is impossible".
"You mean..." He started, his voice a little dry, "You two have Martial Soul Fusion Skill potential?"
Xu Xiaoyan stood next to Zhong Shenxiu, twisting her hands unconsciously. When she heard Wu Zhangkong's question, she subconsciously glanced at Zhong Shenxiu beside her, and her face turned red, like a cooked shrimp.
She nodded slightly, her movements so small that they were almost invisible.
But Wu Zhangkong saw it.
The corner of his mouth twitched again.
Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
That is an extremely rare ability in the entire Douluo Continent.
It cannot be obtained through practice, nor can it be determined by talent. What it requires is an almost metaphysical fit - the Martial Soul attributes, spiritual frequency, and even personality and temperament of two people must reach a certain delicate balance.
On the entire continent, the Soul Master combination that can use Martial Soul Fusion Skill is rare even in today's era of population explosion.
Didn't you see that last semester, Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi were selected into Class Zero because of Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Yangzi The strength of E is not even as good as Xie Xie, but it still improves its potential with the unique characteristics of Martial Soul Fusion compared with Wang Jinxi.
Without this characteristic of Martial Soul Fusion, Zhang Yangzi would be just an ordinary genius.
Back to the present, the possibility of Martial Soul Fusion Skill appeared in his class again?!
Wu Zhangkong took a deep breath and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu was quite calm. He stood there with a relaxed posture, and there was no expression of excitement in his light golden vertical pupils.
"Not necessarily." He spoke in a calm voice, as rigorous as an old professor giving an academic report, "It's just that Xu Xiaoyan can be increased under starlight, and I happen to be able to Simulation starlight to a certain extent. But I have reservations about whether I can achieve Martial Soul Fusion."
After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly, as if he was summarizing what he said.
Wu Zhangkong looked at him and was silent for three seconds.
Then he raised his hand and covered his forehead.
"Okay." There was a deep sense of powerlessness in his voice, and he waved his hands, "You two go out first."
Zhong Shenxiu turned around and left, walking calmly without any nostalgia.
Xu Xiaoyan bowed and followed at a trot.
The office door closed and the room became quiet again.
Wu Zhangkong was sitting on the chair, covering his forehead, motionless.
--
In the corridor, Zhong Shenxiu walked in front, walking neither fast nor slow.
Xu Xiaoyan followed him, eyes glued to his back from beginning to end.
She looked at his straight back, his smooth black hair, and his hands hanging by his sides with clear joints. Her heart was beating very fast, as fast as a deer running rampant in her chest.
Zhong Shenxiu walked for more than ten steps without looking back or intending to stop.
Xu Xiaoyan's steps became slower and slower, and her eyes became more and more tangled. She bit her lip and encouraged herself in her heart - Xu Xiaoyan, you can do it, don't you just say a word, what's there to be afraid of?
But I just can't open my mouth.
She walked a few more steps and saw that Zhong Shenxiu had reached the corner of the corridor. If she went further, she would turn.
Xu Xiaoyan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and finally couldn't help but speak:
"Zhong Shenxiu!"
The voice was much louder than she expected, and it echoed in the corridor.
Zhong Shenxiu's footsteps stopped.
He turned around and looked at Xu Xiaoyan with a trace of doubt in his light golden vertical pupils.
Xu Xiaoyan stood there, holding his hands in front of his chest, his face flushed.
The morning light shines in from the window, shining on her light blue hair, giving it a soft halo. She did not braid fishbone braids today, but instead tied two ordinary ponytails, which were placed on her shoulders and swayed gently with her breathing.
At this moment, Xu Xiaoyan's heartbeat was so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.
Although some are not reserved enough, but--
Grandma once said: If you encounter love, chase it bravely!
Grandma also said: Xu Clan women never wait for others to choose, but choose others themselves!
Xu Xiaoyan clenched her hands into fists, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her palms. She raised her head and looked straight at Zhong Shenxiu, with a firmness rarely seen in her eyes.
Even if the opponent is the extremely oppressive sister Gu Yue--
Even if Gu Yue is stronger than her, better-looking than her, and more elegant than her--
She Xu Xiaoyan also wants to be arrogant!
"Um..." Her voice was trembling, but every word was spoken clearly, "Are you... are you free tonight?"
Zhong Shenxiu frowned slightly. "What's the matter?"
Xu Xiaoyan's face turned redder, as red as a ripe apple. Her eyes switched back and forth between the ground and Zhong Shenxiu's face, and finally she mustered up the courage to speak out in one breath:
"I want to treat you to dinner! Just... just have a meal together!"
She finished.
The corridor became quiet.
It was so quiet that you could hear the wind rustling the leaves outside the window.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there, looking at Xu Xiaoyan with his light golden vertical pupils, and was silent for two seconds.
Please have a meal.
Invite you to dinner again.
He doesn't quite understand why Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan are so keen on treating him to dinner?
What's there to treat you to a meal? Don't you eat in the cafeteria every day?