Gu Yue was silent for two seconds, and then spoke.
"I want you."
she said.
Four words.
Directly.
Frank.
Make no secret of it.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at her, her light golden vertical pupils shrinking slightly.
Gu Yue did not look away.
Instead, she took a step forward.
Zhong Shenxiu's brows moved slightly.
She took another step forward.
Zhong Shenxiu took half a step back.
Half step.
Only half a step.
But Gu Yue noticed.
She smiled.
That smile was like a fox seeing its prey trapped.
She kept moving forward.
Zhong Shenxiu did not return.
It's not that I don't want to.
Behind it is the display cabinet.
He has no way out.
Gu Yue stood still in front of him.
Very close.
So close that the two of them could hear each other's breathing.
So close that Zhong Shenxiu could clearly see his reflection in her dark eyes.
So close that Gu Yue could feel the faint dragon-like pressure on him.
But she didn't back down.
She looked directly into those light golden vertical pupils and spoke word by word -
"I want you."
Four words.
Repeat again.
clear.
Directly.
Make no secret of it.
Someone passed by them, glanced at them, and walked away quickly.
Two nine-year-old children stood in front of the display cabinet, so close to each other, and the girl said something like that--
Anyone can misunderstand.
But Gu Yue doesn't care.
She only cares about the person in front of her.
This boy with Light Gold Vertical Pupils and an aloof aura lingering around him.
She waited.
Wait until he panics.
Wait for him to blush.
Wait for him to look away.
Waited for a second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at her quietly.
There was no fluctuation in those light golden vertical pupils.
He just looked at her.
It's like looking at an ordinary person.
It's like looking at a stone.
It's like looking at a tool.
Gu Yue's heart sank.
But her smile didn't change.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at her.
Look at this girl who smiles like a fox.
Elegant and refined.
Black hair like a waterfall.
Black eyes like stars.
Although she is only nine years old, she is already a complete beauty.
All you need to do is wait a little, and you will definitely find a bright beauty.
But--
So what?
Zhong Shenxiu looked away.
Countless images flashed through my mind.
Dragon Fighting World.
Badi Holy Dragon.
Twelve Star Dragons.
Black Death Dragon.
Nine years of fighting.
Nine years of death.
Nine years of repetition.
In those pictures, not a single face is beautiful.
In those scenes, there was only blood.
There is only fire.
There is only death.
Feelings?
Appearance?
Those things are no longer important to him.
He just wants to accomplish his goal.
Your own choice.
a few seconds.
Three seconds at most.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his head and looked at Gu Yue.
The usual calmness returned to those light golden vertical pupils.
"Help me take a picture."
"I owe you a favor."
he said.
The sound did not rise or fall.
Gu Yue looked at him.
Look into those eyes.
There was no reaction in those eyes that she expected.
There is only peace.
Like a pool of stagnant water.
Like a mirror.
Gu Yue was silent for a second.
Then she laughed.
That smile was deeper than before.
"Deal."
she said.
She took a step back.
Keep distance.
The feeling of oppression disappeared instantly.
Zhong Shenxiu stood where he was, not moving.
The next day.
The school bell rings.
The playground is already crowded with people.
There were students from all classes, from third grade to first grade. Some stood beside the track, some crowded on the steps, and some even climbed up to the horizontal bar in the distance just to get a clearer view.
Today is the fourth game of Class Promotion Tournament.
First grade Class Five versus first grade Class One.
This is the first time in the history of the Eastsea Academy that a junior class has made a counterattack and reached the top position in the grade.
No one has ever seen anything like this.
Not before.
There probably won't be any in the future.
So there are more people coming today than the previous three games combined.
On the playground, on Class Promotion Tournament's ring, Long Hengxu has already walked up.
He stood in the center of the ring, looking at the dark crowd with mixed emotions.
Very complex.
From his inner perspective, he certainly hopes that first grade Class Five will fail as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if we let this dark horse continue to climb up the ranks, he, the dean in charge of class placement, would really be embarrassed.
The top management of the college will definitely question - how did you divide the classes?
First-grade Class Five, the class that gathered all the "problem children" at the beginning, was able to fight all the way up?
Of course it is related to the teachings of Wu Zhangkong.
But it also has something to do with his wrong classification.
After all, whether it is Innate Full Soul Power's Xie Xie, Zhong Shenxiu who has outstanding fighting talent, or Gu Yue who entered school halfway, they all took away Class Five from their own hands.
Long Hengxu Take a deep breath.
Forget it.
At least the strong strength shown by Wu Zhangkong helped him alleviate his dilemma.
Now it is said that Wu Zhangkong has strong teaching ability, and most school directors still recognize him.
This Teacher Wu's status in the hearts of the college's senior leaders has skyrocketed.
Having such a strong person in charge is a great thing for the entire Eastsea Academy.
Long Hengxu recovered his thoughts and looked at the class teachers of the two classes below the stage.
He nodded to Ye Yingluo first, then looked at Wu Zhangkong.
"First grade Class Five, Teacher Wu, how many people are you attending today?"
Wu Zhangkong stood under the stage, dressed in white as snow, with long sky-blue hair gently blowing in the evening breeze.
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he turned his head and looked at the team behind him.
In Class Five's team, Zhong Shenxiu stood there with his hands folded on his chest, looking at the ring with his light golden vertical pupils, his face expressionless.
Gu Yue stood behind him, looking at Zhong Shenxiu with his dark eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Xie Xie was standing on the other side, but at this moment, he was looking left and right anxiously.
He is looking for someone.
Find Tang Wulin.
He hasn't seen Tang Wulin since last night.
I didn't reply after sending messages. I went to the dormitory to find no one and asked the classmates in the next class, but they all said they didn't know.
Xie Xie's brows furrowed tightly.
Wu Zhangkong noticed it too.
"Xie Xie." He spoke with a cold voice, "Still can't contact Wulin?"
Xie Xie shook his head.
"I haven't seen him since last night." He said, "There's no one in the dormitory either."
Wu Zhangkong's brows wrinkled slightly.
Just about to speak--
Zhong Shenxiu took a step forward.
"It's okay, Teacher Wu."
His voice was calm, without any ups and downs.
"Just leave it to me."
Wu Zhangkong looked at him.
Look at those light golden vertical pupils.
In those eyes, there was no panic or worry, only calm.
A certain calm.
Wu Zhangkong nodded.
He was about to say that the three people present--
Just then.
Class Five A voice came from behind the team.
"Teacher Wu, wait a minute."
That voice had a hint of panting and a hint of urgency.
But to Xie Xie's ears, it's like the sound of nature.
He turned his head sharply.
A look of surprise appeared on his face unconsciously.
"Wulin!"
The crowd separates automatically.
A figure stood out from the crowd and ran to the front.