Chapter 9 Things Backfire

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The broken sunlight filled the gaps between the shadows of the trees, and the heavy light image was like duckweed clinging to the surface of the lake. It was annoying and could not be dispelled, blocking Shuihan's progress. Shui Han stopped, looked around, and realized that he came out of the hall alone. Richu and Gui Gu had probably gone back separately.

Two people walked towards him. One of them had hair that was tied up in a bun. He wore a blue short coat and a leather armor uniform. His eyes were calm, cool and heroic, which reminded Shui Han of another person beside him.

That person is Jingmen.

Shui Han lowered his head and wanted to pass them by.

"Hey, Shuihan." He was still called.

Jingmen's voice always had a hint of steady warmth. Although he had a dog's tail grass in his mouth all day long, his eyelids were drooped, and he looked leisurely, his words were always modest.

Shui Han didn't think this contrast was hypocritical.

On the contrary, Jingmen is the kind of person who is not easily rejected, always with a mysterious temperament. but……

"I filled in the Shezong, and I will take back the giant."

What should be said had to be said. Shui Han tried to say as few words as possible to avoid letting Jingmen notice his inexplicable loss.

"That's it... then I wish you good luck." The young man on the side had the same tone as Jingmen.

"I am Jing Ke, please give me your advice."

The hand reached out.

Shui Han looked at Jingmen and told him with half-smiling eyes that he had an excellent son.

"Um."

Shui Han stretched out his fist.

"This is..." Jing Ke quickly understood.

Turn your open palm over, make it into a fist, and stretch it forward...

"Snapped!"

Under the sun, a powerful impact.

My mood seems to be getting better...

Boxing Sect's backyard.

Under the huge maple tree, there were stone tables and benches made of bluestone. A gust of wind blew and everything swayed.

Xun Ge pushed open the fence and entered the backyard, thinking about something in private.

"not here……"

Just as he was about to turn around, a powerful punch came from behind.

"Bang!"

Xun Ge fell heavily on the stone table, and a tall and muscular man came up from behind.

"Haha, I didn't realize this. Xiaoge, you have regressed."

"Is that so?" A calm voice came from behind: "Xiaoqiu is still so youthful."

Zhongqiu turned around and saw Xun Ge's hand on his shoulder.

"Hide behind a tree and wait for an opportunity to attack. It's true, I use such rough methods every time." Xun Ge's tone remained calm.

"As soon as I found out, I used Yu Linglan. Will it make me fall into the trap? Oh, Xiaoge's insight and mystical skills are really becoming more and more powerful." Zhongqiu looked at the substitute who was gradually disappearing on the stone table, and was very surprised. Praise unconvincingly.

"Forget it, let's get down to business."

Xun Ge sat down at the stone table.

"Um."

The result of choosing a college for further study came out the next day.

Everything backfired.

Shui Han lay on the bed and remembered what Jing Ke said yesterday.

Wish you a long way to go.

It turns out that Shezong is not a college that you can get into just by applying. A popular college like Shezong, Shui Han has no background and no ability at all. He can't compare with those exchange students who were born in famous families and have superior ability, so he was squeezed out. It's normal.

However, he also failed to enter the Li sect.

The final result is.

The name fell into the boxing sect.

The Boxing Sect is a very unpopular academy in the Eighth Academy. It has no history, no aura, no reputation, no famous teachers, and no high disciples. At least this is the situation of the Boxing Sect so far.

Shui Han doesn't know this and doesn't want to know.

It's a sleepless night.

Under the lamp, Gui Gu looked at the She Zong student card in his hand, which he just got in the afternoon. He was not happy because Shui Han went to the Boxing Sect...

The wind swayed the candlelight, which seemed to be extinguished at any time.