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When Yu Fei saw Zhao Yuhan reaching out to serve the suspicious cup of tea, he immediately became anxious, and he hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Zhao, this cup of tea has ......."

It's a pity that Yu Fei's speed of reminding him is still not as fast as Zhao Yuhan's eagerness to confront Wei Yunting, and before he finished his words, Zhao Yuhan had already drunk all the tea in the cup. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And after Zhao Yuhan finished drinking, he glanced at Yu Fei, and then he smiled and showed the empty bottom of the cup to Wei Yunting, who was standing opposite.

But at this time, what Zhao Yuhan's eyes saw was neither joy, nor appreciation, nor gratitude.

Zhao Yuhan didn't expect that the expression on Wei Yunting's face, who was standing opposite him, contained stunned, surprised, and annoyed...... There was even a hint of panic and fear, anyway, all kinds of complicated expressions were intertwined, making it impossible to see what he really meant.

Among them, there is no expression at all, which is what Zhao Yuhan is looking forward to.

After a while, Wei Yunting put away all the expressions on his face, glared at Zhao Yuhan fiercely, and then walked up to Zheng Yi and said calmly: "Cousin, I suddenly remembered that there are still some things that have not been done, you guys talk first, and I will come when I go." ”

After saying this, Wei Yunting didn't care what Zheng Yi's reaction was, and jumped out of the gate directly.

And Wei Yunting's attendant, after seeing him run away, immediately held the tea tray and ran out of the door quickly.

In this courtyard, except for Yu Fei who vaguely guessed a little truth about the matter, everyone else was confused, they didn't know what the hell this Wei Yunting was doing.

Among them, it also includes Zheng Yi, the seventh lady of Xijian Villa.

"This ......"

Zhao Yuhan was holding an empty teacup in his hand, looking a little overwhelmed.

Zheng Yi didn't know why her cousin, who was unreliable, ran away in such a hurry, but she knew that Wei Yunting, a guy, had often had convulsions since he was a child, so Zheng Yi didn't care too much.

"Okay, I've finished what I need to say, and then it's up to everyone's performance, everyone prepares, and we'll go now." Zheng Yiyu patted her hand lightly and smiled slightly.

"Gollum ......"

Someone in the crowd had their stomachs ringing.

Zheng Yi frowned, breakfast had just been eaten, could it be that someone was hungry again?

"Who's hungry again? If you're hungry, I'm going to get some food right away, the game is about to start, and you can't be left on an empty stomach. Zheng Yi smiled patiently.

Zheng Yi glanced at the crowd, Lu Shaotian and a few of them, you look at me, I look at yours, but no one made a sound.

"Okay, since no one is shouting hunger, let's go now!" Zheng Yi raised his jade hand, waved it quite imposingly, and turned around to walk out of the gate.

"Gollum ......"

At this time, someone's stomach rang again.

Zheng Yi is a little angry now, is this someone going against her or what? Why is it that every time she says she wants to go, there are people in this crowd whose stomachs ring?

Zheng Yi turned around and was about to ask what was going on.

"Gollum...... Gollum ......"

Zheng Yi's mouth had just opened when she heard a series of purring sounds.

This time, there is no need for Zheng Yi to ask, everyone knows whose stomach this sound came from.

Because at this time, Zhao Yuhan was holding his stomach with a bitter face, and the grunting sound came from his stomach.

"Zhao Yuhan, what's the matter with you?" Zheng Yi frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Yuhan had a bitter face, and replied helplessly: "Miss Seven, I don't know what's going on. ”

As soon as Zhao Yuhan's words fell, the gurgling sound in his stomach rang out one after another.

But this time, Zhao Yuhan couldn't hold back any longer, he held his stomach with both hands, and ran quickly in the direction of the thatched house, running this way, and his stomach was still grunting.

At this moment, Zheng Yi's face was a little dark, the final of the martial arts competition was about to start, at this critical moment, Zhao Yuhan's stomach was uncomfortable, this kind of sudden incident made her feel very headache.

To be honest, she had already learned from Xu Rujing's mouth that this Zhao Yuhan's usual behavior was not very good, but his martial arts were the highest among the five people participating in the competition.

He is now less than seventeen years old, and he has already passed the fourth level of the martial arts assessment of the mountain villa, and his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of the second-rate lower grade, which is undoubtedly the most prominent one among the peers of the Sword Washing Villa.

In today's game, the opponents of Sword Washing Villa are very strong, compared to the opponents they have dealt with before, they are all stronger, and Zheng Yi has to arrange Zhao Yuhan for the finale.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuhan suddenly felt sick to her stomach, so her plan was likely to be disrupted.

Can this Zhao Yuhan still play? Zheng Yi began to feel a little worried in her heart.

A total of five of them were sent to participate in the martial arts competition, and if Zhao Yuhan couldn't participate in the competition, then they would have one less contestant.

Today's opponent is not easy to deal with, and if they have to lose a game before this game starts, then their chances of winning will be a few points less.

However, whether Zhao Yuhan can play today or not will not be determined until he comes back, so Zheng Yi can only frown now and wait patiently for Zhao Yuhan to come out of the toilet.

Zhao Yuhan's departure was the time for a small half-pillar of incense, but when he came out of the toilet, his face was obviously a little pale.

Zheng Yi was very worried about his current situation, but she still asked out loud: "Zhao Yuhan, do you think you can still participate in the competition?" ”

"Miss Seven, there's no problem, I can hold on!" Although Zhao Yuhan's face was not good-looking, his tone of answer to the question was still very resolute.

Since the first game of the Eagle First Cry Competition, Zhao Yuhan has not played once, today is the last game, if he can't play again, then this competition will really have nothing to do with him.

This kind of result, how can the arrogant Zhao Yuhan accept it?

Hearing Zhao Yuhan's tone of reply was very resolute, Zheng Yi's brows slowly relaxed, if he could hold on, it would certainly be the best.

But before Zheng Yi's brows could be fully relaxed, Zhao Yuhan, who was standing opposite her, had another grunt in his stomach, and the next moment, Zhao Yuhan held his stomach and ran to the toilet again.

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