The prince of Nangong beside him had a calm face, and said with some displeasure:

"Yu'er in the eyes of this king is a good friend who can talk well, a guy who is excellent everywhere, and he is by no means just an acceptable person. You are you, Yu'er is Yu'er, and the seven sons can't mix together and talk nonsense. ”

Glancing back with some embarrassment, Qizi finally closed his mouth and refused to say more.

Once again, he lost a friend who could talk casually, Xiao Yu retracted his head a little sneeringly, reached out and took a cleaned fruit, and took a bite hard.

A peeled pear was handed over:

"Yu'er, you've been eating melon seeds for so long, you must be very thirsty, right? Let's eat a pear first. ”

The mouth subconsciously wanted to politely refuse, but the disobedient hand still stretched out first.

This time, Prince Nangong didn't notice Xiao Yu's little emotion, turned the small silver knife in his hand to peel fruits, and said softly:

"Yu'er, according to the results of their investigation, your last opponent today is Feng Daoming. This person, who is both civil and military, is very good at practicing kung fu, is a rare general, and he is also the person with the highest call for winning the championship in this Zhongdi Academy. If you can win the battle between you and him in the end, then Yu'er can smoothly enter the top three and finally compete for the championship. So Yu'er, this battle is very, very important to you. ”

lowered his head and took another bite of the crisp, sweet and juicy Sydney pear, Xiao Yu said expressionlessly:

"All who should come, will come. No matter what the origin is, we can't be afraid of it, and we can't hide from it. No matter what others say, at least, we have to bear this responsibility ourselves, right, Lord Wang? ”

"That's right, Yu'er." Taking a deep breath, Nangong said with a flat smile: "Yu'er is so bold and domineering at a young age, but she has never disappointed this king." ”

At a young age? The actual age of this girl is much older than this little shell, okay?!

It's just that if it's too bizarre, Xiao Yu really can't say it, and he can't explain it, so he just lowered his eyebrows and continued to nibble on the pear in his hand.

On the side of the ear, Nangong Ping's whispering voice is still like a whisper, calm and clear:

"Yu'er, in the first two games, this king feels that it is not easy for you to win. It's just that you can actually do things quickly and easily, why does it take so long to delay partiality? Do you really have those things in your hands ready and only used them for some personal decorations? ”

Xiao Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Personality?

Xiao Yu is sure that he has passed the psychological age of deliberately publicizing himself and whitewashing himself.

Those very young, flamboyant, and childish thoughts and impulses are already far away for her, as if they were in the last century.

It's just that even if he is already so old that he seems to have read a thousand sails, Xiao Yu is still a little paranoid that no matter when, even between opponents, there should be some due fairness and mutual respect.

For example, the current martial arts competition.

Since her opponent has shown due sincerity and respect, it seems that she has no reason to play any small tricks that she shouldn't have.