This recliner is made of cloud beast scales. The texture is soft but not greasy. The whole body exudes white light. The overall structure is designed by the Venus Ergonomics Institute. It is foldable and can open a special force field protective cover. It is equipped with a telescope. Remote, Internet access, massage, lighting, ultraviolet filtering and many other functions, worth millions, it is really top-grade, the kind that can be picked up by any ordinary person on earth and start a "my counterattack": I have a high-tech card "Recliner" is a high-end product that makes life enjoyable.
As always, the academy has reserved the best field for the special class to watch the game. Not only is the place open and the view good, it is also specially equipped with several service robots for them to drive.
After Ning Yun came down, he naturally took out this valuable reclining chair as usual, found a good seat in front of Ji Qingge and Yang Fan, and lay down comfortably, holding the chair in his hand. Have a cup of tea at just the right temperature.
"Give us a drink too."
Everyone had been with Ning Yun for so long and had long been accustomed to Ning Yun's living habits. While they were not surprised, Wei Wushuang even asked him for a cup of tea.
There is no way, Yan Xuan's tea ceremony is so magical, and the effects it contains are useful to powerful people of Wei Wushuang's level.
Ning Yun took a slow sip of tea, then took out a pot of hot tea and four cups from the pendant and handed them over.
Then, he looked at the two passers-by competing on the stage, basking in the sun and taking a leisurely rest.
Probably to show ordinary students the special benefits provided by the school to special classes, so as to encourage them. The only bad thing about them is that they are a bit too eye-catching.
Anyway, in the eyes of those students who were sitting on the ground watching the game, this guy who entered the special class through the back door, after breaking the rules and using despicable means to beat a respectable good student to the brink of death, not only did he not show any remorse, but he also used this method. Show them that he didn't care at all about what he had just done, that he was even proud of it and wanted to reward himself with a cup of tea.
So the fierce and exciting duel between the two first-level players on the stage, who were not very capable, was tragically ignored by the audience.
"Um, Ning Yun..." Yang Fan felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by the hostile eyes around him, "Why don't we restrain ourselves a little? There are so many people watching anyway."
"It's okay, I look good, I'm not afraid of them seeing it."
"Uh, that's not what I meant."
"Drink tea, keep healthy, and watch the game."
Ning Yun lowered the angle of the recliner. The game was too boring, so it was better to sleep.
"Leave them alone."
Yang Fan looked at Ning Yun who had closed his eyes as if this was his own home. He scratched his head and vaguely seemed to understand something.
Well, forget it.
Watch the game watch the game.
This guy has been completely led astray by Ning Yun.
Ji Qingge, who was listening on the sidelines, thought silently that Yang Fan was originally sixteen years old when his outlook on life had not yet been finalized, and that Ning Yun's temperament of a salty fish who didn't care about anything was easily transmitted to others. After being with Ning Yun for a long time, he would also No wonder he became so virtuous.
But Yang Fan looks better now than he did two months ago. When they first met, Yang Fan looked at everyone in the class as class enemies.
Although he maintained the most basic politeness and didn't say anything at that time, the nervous and vaguely hostile look in his eyes showed everyone that this guy didn't regard him as a good person.
According to this silly logic, Ji Qingge thought.
He estimated that he was a slave owner of the feudal class, Xiyun and Lang were capitalist vampires who helped the tyranny, and Yuan Ji was the relative and accomplice of the slave owner. They were all pests that he would clean up in the future.
Ning Yun, on the other hand, probably because Ning Yun had helped him before, this brainless guy had the best attitude towards Ning Yun who stole his wife.
Could this be the legendary straightforward boy?
"At the end of the competition, Lai Junxiang won. Please invite the next batch of contestants Huang Qiyan and Yang Fan to take their positions."
Oh ho.
There was a good show to watch.
"Then I'm leaving... Qing, why are you looking at me like that?"
"You must be merciful." Ji Qingge once specially observed the youngest son of the Huang family for a period of time in order to imitate him, so she knew how weak Huang Qiyan was. "Don't even touch him, just blow him off the ring with a gust of wind." That’s it.”
"Are you supporting me or scolding him?"
"In short, don't touch people. I don't care if you hit someone with your punch and someone is killed. The Huang family's youngest son is recognized as a favorite. If you want to do anything wrong with him, those six rough men of the Huang family can beat you. The Biluoxing anyway."
Yang Fan didn't believe it, so he turned to look at Ning Yun.
Ning Yun was enjoying the sunshine and seemed to have fallen asleep.
After waiting for a few seconds, he put down the teacup.
"She's right." Ning Yun affirmed, "If Huang Qiyan is pricked with a needle, the Huang family will be able to use the most powerful Shuttle Cannon to blow a hole in Biluo Star, and the center of the explosion will most likely be in your remote village. .”
"...Can you abstain?"
When Yang Fan heard this, he looked at Wei Wushuang with longing eyes.
"Hurry up and stop the ink stains. There's no way."
"..."
Nobles are indeed not good people.
In despair, Yang Fan slowly crawled towards the ring.
He was already thinking about how to lose the game.
But if you go by what Ah Qing said, even a gust of wind can blow this guy away!
He looked at Huang Qiyan, who was standing on the ring with a thin body, weak temperament, and pale face, and roared in his heart.
Down below, a crazy man wanted to rush into the ring and pull down his bastard brother who came on stage without his permission.
However, the staff around him held him tightly, so he could only roar unwillingly to the ring.
"You fucking come down here! Come down! You're looking for death, you bastard! You thought your wings would get stiff when you go to college, don't you! Come down here, the old man knows you're so desperate and can beat me to death, come down! Come down!"
"Ahhhhhh! You little bastard, come down here and I'll wipe you!"
"Who the hell put him up there? Didn't you know he was disabled in the third degree? Who!"
"The one on the stage, the one in the special class, who often hangs out with Ning Yun, I'm warning you, if my brother has any shortcomings, we, the Huang family, will fight you until death, right? We won't stop until death!"
"You abstain from me now, immediately! Immediately! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"Otherwise I'll let your whole family die! Do you hear that they're all dead!"
The man who clamored for revenge against Yang Fan was given a yellow card by the referee and sent out. His angry threats could be heard from a distance.
"Ahem, don't listen to him, he's just joking."
Huang Qiyan smiled shyly at Yang Fan, "It doesn't count."
The guy who was wiping his neck and threatening him from a distance didn't look like he was playing at all.
Yang Fan turned around silently and assumed the most vulnerable fighting posture he could.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't treat me as a patient, just fight me with all your strength."
Huang Qiyan said this to Yang Fan seriously while spitting out a large mouthful of blood on the ground next to him.
It was a big mouthful. The last time Yang Fan was stabbed through the small intestine by Xiyun, he didn't vomit so much blood.
The fight hasn't even started yet, and you're about to die young.
Otherwise, let's forget it.
And do you know what the man behind the crowd with red eyes doing the communication was doing after you vomited blood?
Am I going to be inexplicably ruined?
