Chapter 39

"It's really related to history, but it's closer to the art field. Why don't you apply for the Academy of fine arts?" Qi Ziyu asked.

"Er..." Xia Yan hesitated for a moment, but he didn't want to deceive Qi Ziyu, so he said honestly, "my master said that the professors of sculpture in the Academy of fine arts have too low seniority and poor strength. They are not qualified to teach me. It's better to learn history."

"Ah?" Qi Ziyu was stunned and then said with a smile, "then your master must be very powerful. Is he a master of carving?"

"Er... In fact, I don't know, but he is really powerful!" Xia Yan said.

"Then if you carve any works in the future, you must give me one!" Qi Ziyu said. Unconsciously, she moved a little next to Xia Yan. Xia Yan glanced, moved a little quietly, nodded and said, "OK, what do you want to carve? Remember to tell me at that time."

"It's a deal!" Qi Ziyu stretched out his right hand and said with a smile.

Xia Yan looked at the flawless white and tender jade hands for two more seconds, stretched out his hand and patted her gently: "it's a deal!"

At the moment of skin contact, the two people trembled slightly at the same time. Xia Yan only felt a numbness in his palm. It seemed that a weak current rushed up quickly along his arm, and immediately hit the magic tower in his head, and then dissipated. A strong pleasure immediately appeared in his brain, which was very pleasant.

On the other side, Qi Ziyu felt the same way. The sudden pleasure made her face turn red.

"Just now... What's going on?" Xia Yan said blankly.

"Is it static electricity?" Qi Ziyu said.

"Yes, it must be static electricity!" Xia Yan said, but he didn't think so. Early in the morning, it was by the pool with wet air. How could static electricity be generated? Besides, who hasn't been electrified by static electricity? When did you hear that someone was electrified?

This feeling is really good. If only I could try again!

Xia Yan glanced at Qi Ziyu and found that Qi Ziyu was also looking at him with a red face. At the same time, they turned their heads quickly with a guilty heart. Qi Ziyu stood up, lowered his head and said, "I... I should go back to the dormitory!"

"OK... OK, I... Also went back!" Xia Yan stammered, and he felt a little flustered.

Just then, there was a "click" sound on the other side of the pond. They looked up at the same time and found a figure shaking. The man was still holding an SLR camera in his hand.

What is this? Xia Yan couldn't touch his head. Did anyone come out early in the morning to shoot the morning light? Yes, photography is true love!

On the other side, Qi Ziyu's face was a little bad and said angrily, "annoying paparazzi!"

Paparazzi?

Xia Yan finally understood. Is... Brother going to gossip?

Am I stepping into the entertainment industry?

Seeing that he was found, the paparazzi didn't hurry to leave, but continued to press the shutter. After finding that it was impossible to take any valuable photos, he waved to Xia Yan and left contentedly.

"This... Won't have any effect on you?" Xia Yan asked anxiously.

"It doesn't matter. It's no big deal. It's an affair at most," Qi Ziyu said.

"It's all right!" Xia Yan said with emotion, "your entertainment circle is really hard to mix. There's no * * at all!"

"Yes, fortunately, I just play tickets. I don't care what these media write," Qi Ziyu said.

"It was nothing, we just..." Xia Yan just said half a sentence, and suddenly a surprised and angry voice came from behind: "Ziyu, who is he?"

Hearing this voice, Qi Ziyu showed a trace of helplessness and disgust on his face. Without looking back, he said, "Xie Zheng, what are you doing here?"

Xia Yan turned his head. A few meters behind him stood a tall young man with a shirt, trousers, shiny leather shoes and short hair. He took care of them meticulously. On the bridge of his tall nose, there was a pair of gold glasses. At first glance, he was an elite, a standard rich and handsome man who could make women love at a glance.

At this time, the young man named Xie Zheng had an angry face, and what he looked at was Xia Yan. It seemed that Xia Yan owed him money.

"Purple feather, I ask you who he is?" Xie Zheng strode over, pointed to Xia Yan's head and raised his voice.

"Who is he? What does it have to do with you?" Qi Ziyu stood up, turned around, and asked coldly.

"What does it have to do with me? Have you forgotten your identity?" Xie Zheng shouted in an aggressive tone.

"As long as I don't agree, it's no big deal." Qi Ziyu picked Liu Mei and showed no weakness.

Am I lying down?

Xia Yan was speechless on one side. The scene in front of him looked familiar. He was very similar to the dog blood plot in many novels. Was it that Xie Zheng was Qi Ziyu's fiance?

Thinking of this, Xia Yan felt inexplicably nervous about the word fiance.

"Ziyu, aunt Qi agreed to our business fifteen years ago!" seeing Qi Ziyu's tough attitude, Xie Zheng's tone softened, "you and I are the most suitable, and we have known each other since childhood. We are childhood sweethearts. Shouldn't we be together?"

"Sorry, I was only three years old fifteen years ago. I don't intend to be responsible for it. If you want to compensate, I'll ask my mother to compensate you. Xie family." Qi Ziyu shook his head and said coldly.

"As for childhood sweethearts, don't say it. Since we graduated from kindergarten, we just met again this year. Who still remembers who!"

This is also called childhood sweetheart?

Xia Yan couldn't help laughing. When he heard the laughter, Xie Zheng suddenly turned his head and stared at him fiercely: "who are you?"

"Soy sauce," Xia Yan said.

"Puff!" Qi Ziyu also laughed.

Xie Zheng's face was even more ugly. He stepped in front of Xia Yan and slapped Xia Yan in the face across the bench. The palm was strong and heavy, even with the wind: "die!"

"Xie Zheng, how dare you!" Qi Ziyu exclaimed, reaching out to block Xie Zheng's arm, but it was too late.

Xia Yan's eyes coagulated and instinctively tilted back. His physical quality and reaction speed were far faster than ordinary people, so he could avoid this fast and heavy sudden slap. When the tip of the nose passes

His face sank when there was a palm wind.

Xia Yan can understand Xie Zheng's impulsive behavior. To be fair, if he were Xie Zheng, he might do it now. But understanding belongs to understanding. Since Xie Zheng wants to give him a blow, he must respond.

While dodging, Xia Yan has begun to whisper bloodthirsty. The strength and speed of Xie Zheng's palm are not what ordinary people can fight. Xia Yan suspects that he has practiced fighting skills. If he fights, he will suffer if his skills are insufficient. However, if he blesses bloodthirsty skills, any skills are meaningless under the power several times that of ordinary people. Xia Yan can beat Xie Zheng down with a slap.

He dodged? Xie Zheng lost his palm and was stunned. He didn't expect that an ordinary college student could escape his palm with 70% of his strength.

"Xie Zheng, you've gone too far!" at this moment, Qi Ziyu's palm also arrived and patted Xie Zheng's arm hard, making a loud voice.

Xie Zheng gave a dull hum and quickly retracted his hand. Xia Yan saw clearly that the place on his arm patted by Qi Ziyu had become red and left five clear fingerprints.

Qi Ziyu's power is so great?

Xia Yan was surprised. Xie Zheng had practiced fighting. Qi Ziyu was a singer and an 18-year-old girl. Such a girl slaps on her body, which is completely painless, okay? It's not so much hitting people as being spoiled. How can this happen?

Xia Yan feels that her understanding has collapsed. Do rich people like to practice martial arts now?

But now is not the time to think about this. Xia Yan kept singing bloodthirsty in a low voice. His voice was at the lowest. Qi Ziyu and Xie Zheng heard it faintly, but no one heard it clearly. Moreover, at this time, their attention was not on Xia Yan.

"Xie Zheng, do you dare to do something to my classmates?" Qi Ziyu blocked Xia Yan's body, his apricot eyes wide open and glared at Xie Zheng.

"Ziyu, you beat me for a poor boy?" Xie Zheng covered his arm, looked incredible and said the lines in the idol drama.

"Xie Zheng, go away and don't come to me again!" Qi Ziyu said coldly.

"OK, I'll go!" Xie Zheng's look changed a few times, unwilling to look at Xia Yan, "boy, can you only hide behind women?"

"The blessing of death? Bloodthirsty curse!" Xia Yan finished singing, and a black ball the size of an egg fell into his body behind him, and the sense of strength suddenly filled his body.

"You're right." Xia Yan came out from behind Qi Ziyu with a sneer on his face, "but he still wanted to go when he hit someone. Is it too cheap?"

"Oh, what do you want?" Xie Zheng smiled angrily.

"If you slap me, I'll slap you back. Do you think it's fair?" Xia Yan bypassed the bench and walked to Xie Zheng.

"It's fair, then you come!" Xie Zheng sneered.

"Xia Yan, don't be impulsive!" Qi Ziyu frowned slightly and advised. She knew that Xie Zheng was strong and was afraid that Xia Yan would suffer.

"I have no impulse, just a tooth for a tooth." Xia Yan walked to a meter in front of Xie Zheng, raised his right hand, and with the voice, a palm fan passed.

"Death!" Xie Zheng's pupils contracted and his anger rose. How dare an ordinary college student dare to do it to me?

Even if Qi Ziyu is nearby, Xie Zheng is not ready to keep his hand. Today he wants the boy in front of him to go to the hospital. He raised his left hand and wanted to block Xia Yan's slap, but at the moment when their arms intersected, he felt a powerful force and suddenly his face changed greatly.

Xie Zheng's arm, like being hit by a car, bounced back without stopping and slapped himself on the chest. He instinctively looked back and felt a pain on his face, which had been hung by Xia Yan's fingertips.

A bloodstain instantly appeared on Xie Zheng's white and smooth face, and blood seeped out.

He hid quickly, but was slightly hung by his middle finger. If he was hit by this slap, he was afraid that several teeth would fall off and half of his face would swell.

Xie Zheng reached out and touched his face. When he saw the blood, he was shocked and angry. At the same time, he was afraid. Is this poor boy also a warrior? His strength... Is so strong that I can't stop it! Xia Yan was also surprised by his strength. He was afraid. Fortunately, Xie Zheng hid quickly, otherwise he would be in big trouble! However, he did not intend to stop. Since he said he wanted to slap back two times, he had to do what he said. At most, the next slap should be done with less strength. Thinking in his heart, Xia Yan slapped back without hesitation. This time he only used 30% of his strength, but the speed was much faster. Xie Zheng was still in a daze. He was hit by this slap. His head suddenly deviated. The gold wire glasses flew far and fell into the lotus pond. "Ah ah!" Xie Zheng completely lost Gao Fu Shuai's bearing, covered his face and shouted wildly, "I want you to die! I want you to die!" when he looked up, fresh blood had come out from the corners of his mouth and a clear palm print had appeared on his face. "Only you can hit me, but I'm not allowed to fight back? Joke!" Xia Yan said as if nothing had happened because he was afraid of jumping over the wall. "Stop talking, let's go!" Qi Ziyu's face was also very bad. He looked at Xie Zheng and wanted to stop talking. He turned and took Xia Yan's arm and pulled him away. Looking at the back of the two people leaving, Xie Zheng's eyes are full of yin and ruthless color. "Your name is Xia Yan. You're dead!"