CIATB Chapter 383: I don’t know much about art, but I know a little bit about boxing.
Chapter 383: I don’t know much about art, but I know a little bit about boxing.
Chapter 383 I don’t know any art, but I know a little bit about boxing
The next morning.
Yu Qingqian chose the rooftop of the tallest teaching building in Xianyu College and decided to practice there for a while.
The morning breeze blew through the treetops, and the water from the central fountain kept flowing out. The sound of gurgling water mixed with the whistling of the wind, and filled the entire college with the chirping of birds.
Everything about nature is calming. The calmer your mind is, the faster your cultivation will naturally be.
She held her breath and concentrated, her mental power gradually leaving her body and condensing into her own form, then she jumped downstairs.
She shuttled between the entire college, and everything was exposed. The energetic students; the busy and overworked teachers; Mu Fengchun who was leisurely drinking tea; and her father.
Yu Huaijin still looks so energetic.
"Qianqian, come here when you're back. I have something to talk to you about." Yu Huaijin said calmly.
Yu Qingqian's mental energy paused, then quickly retracted. After completely returning to her true body, she exhaled a breath and slowly opened her eyes.
"Dad's mental strength is still so strong. Should I say he is worthy of being my dad?"
The white clouds move gently with the wind, and the flowers and plants move with the wind.
In the dean's office, Yu Qingqian held the "Student Exchange Activity Plan" given to her by Yu Huaijin in her hand, looking at it at a glance and extracting the important information.
"Dad, are you planning to work with Dean Flanders to organize an exchange event with the major elemental academies?"
Yu Huaijin nodded: "That's right, this will help students discover their own strengths and weaknesses, and learn how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. It can also expand our school's network of contacts. Why not do it?"
Yu Qingqian agreed with this point. She closed the plan book and stood up to go to Shrek Academy.
"Dad, I'm going to go to Shrek Academy first. I'll lead the team for a while in the subsequent exchange activities, and then go to the Slaughter City again."
As she stood up, Yu Huaijin stopped her and said, "Wait, how is your search for the tarot cards going in the Worship Hall?"
Yu Qingqian smiled brightly, patted her chest and said, "I've got it. Qianqian must take it down!"
"Okay, let's go."
After leaving Xianyu Academy, she went directly to the Central Street of Tiandou City with her sword, wandering around and asking for news.
Among them, the one that matters most to her is the re-election of the seven sects by Wuhun Palace.
Speaking of which, the counterfeit really regarded himself as the pope, issuing instructions one after another without interruption. The two elders Ju and Gui did not become suspicious even after they did not return. It seemed that they were just trying to achieve a certain goal of their own quickly. kind of purpose.
How should I put it, it looks a bit stupid.
I don’t know if it’s really stupid.
"Re-elect the seven major sects? It seems that they think that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is no longer worthy of being one of the top three sects, and in their opinion, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family has probably been exterminated, right?"
Yu Qingqian turned the windmill in his hand carelessly, with a simple and curious expression on his face, but his mind was spinning several times.
"Among the three sects above, shouldn't my Xianyu Sect occupy one?"
Maybe we can take this opportunity to test whether the Rakshasa God knows about the seal and curse of the God of Destiny.
After blowing lightly on the windmill in her hand, Yu Qingqian's eyes moved, ignoring the stunning looks from around her from time to time, and walked towards Shrek alone.
At the entrance of Shrek Academy, Tang San and Xiao Wu stood side by side. Next to them were the still strong and fat Ma Hongjun, and the slim Ning Rongrong.
No one is what they used to be, and growth brings far more than just physical changes.
The few people seemed to be talking about something. When Yu Qingqian approached, they had already waved goodbye and were about to leave.
She originally planned to go over and say hello now, but she keenly felt a vague gaze from behind the tree not far away.
It's very secret, but it can't escape Yu Qingqian's current perception.
She thought of something, smiled slightly, and pretended to leave, but actually took a detour and prepared to meet the peeping man behind the tree.
Hiding her own aura, Yu Qingqian quietly came behind the man, gently poked the man's back with her slender and white fingers, and said faintly: "Does it look good?"
The man, Oscar, who was wearing a cowboy hat and a scarf covering half of his face, nodded subconsciously and responded: "It looks good.!!!"
Oscar turned around in an instant and was caught off guard by a beautiful and charming face. His heartbeat skipped a beat shamefully.
He concealed the complexity in his eyes, quickly pulled the hat on his head, and quickly stepped back: "Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now, I didn't mean to peek at you."
Yu Qingqian first typed a question mark, and then realized that he had changed so much that Oscar didn't recognize him.
She simply didn't plan to tease him anymore, so she spread her hands and turned around and said, "What's the matter, Oscar? It's been so long since we last met, you don't recognize me?"
Oscar put his hand on the hat for a moment, and sighed slightly, like a deflated rubber ball, thinking silently in his heart: How could he not recognize it? Just by hearing the voice, he knew who it was. But after so many years, Sister Qian has become more dazzling. Can he really catch up with her?
Oscar took off his hat, forced out the same smile as before, and joked: "Well, although Sister Qian has changed a lot, I still recognize her." But he still didn't put down the stacked masks in front of him.
Yu Qingqian raised her brows and muttered in her heart: Did she really recognize him right away? Aren't you surprised and confused like others? This whole thing is really embarrassing for her.
"Okay, but Oscar, why are you wearing this mask? Is there something shameful about it?" Yu Qingqian stared at Oscar's mask and asked.
Oscar hesitated, his hand subconsciously placed on the mask, his lips moved, and he spoke after a while: "Alas, Sister Qian, you don't know how difficult my training journey was, and it left an ugly scar on my handsome face. I'm embarrassed to put it down."
Oscar seemed relaxed, but his tone was a little heavy.
Yes, this kid should be very concerned about his face. After all, being handsome is really handsome.
"Let me take a look. If your sister Qian doesn't mind, maybe I can fix it for you."
"Really?" Oscar was skeptical, but still obediently put down his mask.
On his left cheek, under his eyes, there was a black scar as long as his little finger. It seemed to have healed, but the traces left behind had not disappeared.
Yu Qingqian stretched out her hand to compare, then patted Oscar's shoulder fiercely: "Oscar, such a small scar, it shouldn't be a big deal, right? It doesn't affect your handsomeness at all, but makes you look more mature and charming!"
She clicked the "like" button manually, and then thought of Sister Ruyun's long scar. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and then she continued, "Okay, your sister Qian will heal you tomorrow."
Oscar was so happy that he jumped happily and was about to rush towards Yu Qingqian.
She turned around and kicked Oscar in the butt, saying angrily, "Stay away from me, don't pounce on your food like a vicious dog."
Oscar rolled to the ground perfectly to cushion the impact, then stood up and brushed his hair on both sides in a pretentious manner: "Sister Qian, you are going back to the academy too, right? Let's go together. I also brought you a gift."
"Oh? A gift?" She was a little curious.
"That's right!" Oscar took out an ugly sculpture from his soul guide: "I carved this myself. Look, Sister Qian looks exactly like you!"
Oscar shook his head and exclaimed: "Art, this is simply art! I really am a genius!"
Yu Qingqian looked at this ugly sculpture with a blank expression. The nose didn't look like a nose, and the eyes didn't look like eyes. Is it still art? Who are you trying to scare?
She forced out a death smile and flexed her wrists: "I don't know any art, but I know a little bit of boxing. Do you want to try?"
(End of this chapter)