Modu Qingshui College, high school.

Li Boyang stood at the gate of the high school of the college, looking at the name of the college, and was a little speechless for a while.

Water? I'm still meaty.

This is where he has to stay for the next year?

I always feel a little weird.

He didn't think much of it, but after looking at it for a while, he walked inside.

The second and third classes of high school.

The students are already full.

The teacher hasn't come yet, and there's still some commotion in the classroom.

Li Boyang entered through the back door.

He remembered that his position seemed to be in the corner.

He just got through the back door.

The back door fell silent.

Li Boyang subconsciously touched his nose.

The body he crossed this time, although he was not tall, his temperament was too good.

The whole person looked noble and cold, perhaps because of this, the surrounding classmates didn't dare to speak when they saw him.

When he arrived at his seat and sat down, Li Boyang was silent.

He didn't even notice it.

Just diagonally opposite him, a girl with a ponytail was quietly taking pictures with her mobile phone, and then sent them to an anonymous group in the mode of flash photos.

[My little prince is still so perfect today. 】

【Grass! How such a dog! Can you not use flashes? If you can't save it, you don't trust us so much? 】

[Nonsense, the little prince is a child of a family, I don't want to eat a lawsuit, I can send a flash photo to you Kangkang, even if I am merciful, after all, I am too close, and it is easy to overturn regardless of the random hair. 】

[I'm sour]

【I just got a lemon】

[I'm depressed]

[I need to send a few more photos of the little prince to be good]

……

The girl was chatting happily with the people in the group, but suddenly there was a flash in front of her.

Well? What's going on?

I saw that the Chinese teacher had already walked into the classroom at some point, and next to the teacher, there was a tall boy in shiny clothes.

This one...... This is...... Transfer Students???!

The girl was stunned for a moment.

Then I couldn't help but stare at the face of the person who came.

Before she could see it too clearly, she shuddered inexplicably in her heart, and the girl gritted her teeth and glanced at it twice, then lowered her head slightly.

Crackling typing on the phone and sending it to the class group.

[Wow! Why are new transfer students so handsome? It's so handsome, it's handsome!! 】

[But it looks like Mao is so fierce, ruffian and fierce, vicious, obviously handsome, but he looks at my liver trembling, and I am a little afraid. The little pride of the physical education teacher.

No one paid attention to her.

The girl didn't want to get any response, she was just venting her heart that was poked.

She was about to throw her phone into her desk when it vibrated slightly.

【Deng Wenshu!! Want to have your phone confiscated? What are you doing? The third shift leader.

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The high school of Shimizu Academy, the second and third classes of high school, was eeriely silent at this time.

There is no doubt that the aura of the new transfer students is a little too scary.

Dressed shiny and not to mention, he is obviously handsome, but he is vicious and vicious, which makes many people's hearts stop beating and lose it - frightened.

Exaggeration, it's like a gorgeous beast, no matter how beautiful and beautiful it is, it's also a mythical beast.

You don't even need to move your claws, you can wipe people out with your eyes.

Whether a handsome transfer student can kill people at a glance, the students in the second and third classes of high school don't know.

But they can be sure that this kind of exaggerated aura, an ordinary beggar, will never have.

What is the origin of this man? Why did you come to a regular college? No matter how tall the Rider Academy is, it can't stop him, right?

It shows that the second and third classes of high school are as quiet as chickens, but there are turbulent waves inside, if it weren't for the fact that it was class time at this time, the class group would have been boiling.

"My name is Ning Wuxiu, I am seventeen this year, and the reason for changing schools cannot be described." There was a pause, then he added, "I'm not a begar, so please keep a certain distance from me, that's all." After speaking, Ning Wuxiu turned his head and nodded politely to the Chinese teacher.

Nothing was said except his name and age.

The corners of the Chinese teacher's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say something, but remembering the strange attitude of the teaching director towards this student, he closed his mouth again.

Forget it, let's just assume that this uncle is here for a vacation.

Then the Chinese teacher took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Ahem, there are only three seats in the back row of the class now, and Ning can choose at will." ”

The teacher's attitude towards the student is contagious - treat the student politely, and the student either has a good academic performance or has a backstage, which is certainly not ordinary anyway.

The students who are already in their second year of high school are not little white flowers who don't know anything, and the eyes of many people looking at Ning Wuxiu changed suddenly.

There is flattery, there is fear, but more often than not, it is alienation.

Ning Wuxiu, who was standing on the edge of the podium, glanced down with a humble look.

The faces of all beings were clear in his eyes.

Then he couldn't help but be stunned.

A boy sitting in the corner seems to be ...... Idle?

Li Boyang is actually not in a daze.

It's purely because I'm thinking about what a servant is.

丂 [kǎo].

Here it is taken as an offering to the saffolding of the gods.

To put it bluntly, it is a shelf dedicated to the gods.

No matter how miserable it is, it is impossible to touch the shrine, but it is only the support at the bottom of the shrine.

The meaning of the beggars is self-evident.

After all, the world of Van Aida is a world of gods.

The more Li Boyang thought about it, the more he wanted to sigh.

In his opinion, as long as there is a memory of the predecessor, anyone who has a little brain will definitely doubt the relationship between this world and reality.

It's almost like at a certain stage, a great being from above got tired of playing chaotic games and began to directly copy the development trajectory of the Earth Star.

History, humanities, art, science and technology, and even those special events and special people are all so similar that Li Boyang's scalp is numb.

Even the calendar –

It is now Monday, March 1, 2021, the eighteenth day of the first month of the summer calendar.

Li Boyang was powerless to complain.

There is even an illusion that I have arrived at another magic reality.

Fortunately, the world of Van Aida is different from reality after all, there is no peerless heaven and earth, and there is no era of the end of the law, so all kinds of extraordinary powers still exist.

It's just that these transcendent beings, the wars on the dark side, have nothing to do with the people.

If it weren't for Li Boyang's special identity after crossing over, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known these for the rest of my life-

[Ordinary and ordinary people are the cornerstone of everything, and this particularity is blessed by the seven main gods "people". 】

An unclear sentence in my memory may be the biggest reason why the transcendents were able to endure the beggars in the first place.

After the rapid development of science and technology, to this day, even if the legend of the main god has been absent, the people can get extraordinary attention and attention with their own strength alone - after all, no matter how strong they are, as long as they are not gods, no one can bear to eat a mushroom egg.

Not to mention, more than 50% of the transcendents are all from the people who have awakened their bloodlines.

The transcendent and the human are never separated, but two sides of the same coin.

However, these seem to be far away from Li Boyang, and now is not the time to think about these things.

At this time, Ning Wuxiu, who was standing on the edge of the podium, finally moved and walked towards the corner of the classroom.

Seeing that he moved, the quiet classroom, there was some noise.

The voice was still very low, as if Ning Wuxiu was disturbed by fear.

Looking at the students below who are usually naughty and mischievous, but now honest like quails, the Chinese teacher shook his head helplessly.

What else could he say at this time? It's better not to say anything.

[I rub! This guy is also so cool, he's a cool guy. 】

[Indescribable, keep your distance, wow, ahhh 】

[Obviously I look so scared, but I still want to get close to him, right? ] The little pride of the physical education teacher.

Deng Wenshu couldn't hold back, and sent a large number of pieces into the class group with a crackle.

As soon as it was sent, there was feedback.

[Deng Wenshu? Do you want to die?! Do you want me to talk to your mother? Well? [Anger] [Anger] [Anger] The third squad leader.

Deng Wenshu's fingers froze suddenly, she was going to die, why did Yu Wenjie, a curly-haired boy, stare at herself?

She silently quickly stuffed her mobile phone into the desk, and began to pretend to read as if nothing had happened.

Glancing at Deng Wenshu, hum, pretending to be quite like that, Yu Wenjie rolled his eyes and wrote and drew in the small notebook.

Halfway through writing, he stopped writing and turned his head to look at Li Boyang.

Next week is his birthday, and he is a little hesitant to invite Li Boyang now.

Yu Wenjie is the class leader, and he is the only person in the entire class who can say a few words to Li Boyang.

The family background is also considered high-class in the entire college, and I know many things that ordinary students don't know.

As for what Li Boyang's situation is, he can roughly guess one, two, three.

He doesn't know what others think of Li Boyang, but in his opinion, Li Boyang is not so unkind.

It's not so much that this is an iceberg young master, but rather a person who suppresses himself, controls himself, and doesn't get close to anyone.

The young master of the family is not so easy to be.

[As long as I don't get close to anyone, then when it's time to separate, I won't be sad. 】

I heard a friend say that Li Boyang was sunny and cheerful when he was a child...... How could it be that his temperament changed drastically just because he was in high school?

It's not because I think too clearly.

Yu Wenjie's eyes darkened, and he was hesitating, but the figure of another person came into his eyes.

The transfer student, unconsciously, actually walked to Li Boyang's side.

Yu Wenjie had a sudden burst in his heart, which ...... Nothing will happen, right?

When Li Boyang walked down from the podium without rest, he had already begun to lie on the table and pretend to sleep.

After thinking about it for a moment, he felt tired.

The weakness of the body is simply visible to the naked eye.

Now he just wants to sleep.

What transfer students, what shiny jingjing, all have nothing to do with him.

Probably because he didn't sleep well at night, the faint dark circles around his cold white skin were clearly visible.

Li Boyang, who was relaxed, did not have tense resistance and indifference, and looked like a normal boy at this time.

The pure white hair curled slightly, not past the ears, and the sunlight shone on it through the classroom window, making the white more dazzling, faintly glowing with a silver light.

The eyebrows are thick and short, slightly raised, slightly messy, and more childish.

The eyelashes are black and long, creating a shadow in the light, so that anyone who sees them can't help but wonder if it is false eyelashes.

Although the face is small, it is not thin at all, and the cheeks are bulging, like a plump little apple.

It's a pity that half of his face is buried in his arms, and he can't see the whole picture clearly.

What Ning Wuxiu saw when he approached was such Li Boyang.

The appearance is not very exquisite, but the sense of youth is extraordinarily strong - the hair looks like a pure white Persian cat, and the stubby eyebrows are like energetic black wood, which makes people want to laugh.

He is not tall, and he doesn't look like a sophomore in high school as a whole, but more like a sophomore in junior high school.

Even if Ning Wuxiu is not Mao Maokong, but seeing such a small and cute little guy, his eyes have softened a lot.

Either way, at least it's eye-catching.

So Ning Wuxiu bent down, reached out and gently knocked on Li Boyang's desk.

Obviously, Ning Wuxiu's voice was very soft, but Li Boyang still opened his eyes instantly.

As if he smelled something he didn't like, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Ning Wuxiu.

His ice-blue eyes underwent an unbelievable change at the same time.

The pupils of the eyes dilated in an instant, and the entire eye was almost submerged by the pupils, the whites of the eyes were almost invisible, and the shallow ice blue around the pupils of the pupils also changed to a deeper lake blue, and the blur spread.

The blue color grows deeper and colder, and changes with the radial streaks of the pupils.

Fragments of gold and silver light splintered out of the overwhelming, almost suffocating blue, like a sea of stars.

……

It's too flashy, and it's not real.

Ning Wuxiu, who was staring at him, couldn't help but be stunned.

There are really people -

The eyes are full of stars.

Then, Ning Wuxiu watched as the beautiful blue of those eyes receded like a tide.

Pupils return to normal between breaths.

Only the pupil contracted sharply, almost becoming a point.

Well? Such a clear sense of rejection??

What's going on? Could this man perceive anything?

It seems to be repulsing me, but it's not exactly aimed at me.

Why is this happening?

Wrong.

Ordinary beggars, although they are naturally afraid of me, will never know what they are afraid of.

And this man ...... Obviously know very well what he is rejecting and what he is facing.

In other words, this guy isn't a beggar?

Obviously not a beggar, why should he stay in this beggar's academy like himself?

Didn't you also listen to the words of a certain god stick?

Ning Wuxiu paused, bent down again, and asked softly in Li Boyang's ear——

"What are you hiding?"

The breath of a stranger squirted in his ears.

A faint smell of sulfur swirls at the tip of the nose.

The coercion of the absolute superior is silently pressed.

Li Boyang's body trembled, a large goosebump appeared on his back, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Lurking in the body, the beast surrenders to the instincts of the strong, and falls down to reveal the thought of belly...... The first time to rush out.

The heart was beating faster, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" sounded in my ears like a drum.

It was clearly fear, but there was an indescribable stimulus, constantly hugging Li Boyang to surrender.

He pinched the corner of his shirt, his fingers turned white, the pale blue veins bulged, and for a moment, he even felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, and he was about to lift his clothes to reveal his belly.

【It's amazing!! Is this the hierarchical suppression of this world? It's completely different from the first two worlds! 】

[This feeling...... It should be Longwei! This man has dragon blood? 】

[Wait, this is not right, doesn't it mean that the dragon's blood has long been cut off? 】

[Probably the upper class is fooling the people again? ] ……】

[I'm really irritable, it seems that in order to be smooth in this world, I have to use my brain for the blood. 】

[Heh! Others will succumb to the suppression of the bloodline, but it won't have much effect on me. 】

[With this level of dragon power, this guy's control over his own strength is really amazing. 】

[Strange, why did this kind of Tai Zi Party enter the Servant Academy?! 】

Li Boyang's expression was only in a trance for a moment.

In the next second, his eyes were instantly fierce, and he almost smiled and bit the tip of his tongue hard.

He showed a hint of pain on his face, and immediately came to his senses.

The embarrassing idea of exposing his belly was pressed down by him as soon as he brushed it, and he couldn't come up again.

Li Boyang knows very well that this instinct is not his fault - if he is not a master, the instinctive reaction of the body cannot be completely eliminated.

This is like the human boy on the earth planet, all kinds of embarrassing situations that will occur during adolescence belong to the category of not being controlled at all.

It can be uncontrollable and uncontrollable, the embarrassing will still be embarrassing, the social death will still be social death, and it will not change by anyone's will.

Li Boyang had long been psychologically prepared for this kind of social death, so he was able to suppress it at the moment when his instinct attacked his body's body, and did not give him any room for social death.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

All the changes in Li Boyang were reflected in Ning Wuxiu's eyes.

Ning Wuxiu was very surprised.

For a moment, he wondered if something was wrong with his memory.

Doesn't it say that there is no sublimation, and when the lower level is against the upper position, there is no resistance at all?

Why did this little guy in front of him jump out of the instinct that went deep into the bone marrow?

The memory in Ning Wuxiu's mind clearly told him that only a very small number of mortals with great perseverance could escape the suppression of the superior - pure pain could not resist the instinct of the body at all, and the rock-solid spiritual will was the root of the instinct to resist.

But herein lies the problem.

For tens of thousands of years, there have been only a handful of mortals who have been recorded to resist the coercion of the superiors.

Either he is the protagonist in the hero's script, or he is the hero's companion, or he is simply a boss-level black hand.

There are only nine of them combined.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one in a thousand years.

Because of this, Ning Wuxiu had a moment of self-doubt...... How could it be so coincidental that the tenth was bumped into by himself?

Then I thought of a certain god stick inexplicably.

It can't be that coincidental, right?

What do you say about breaking the arrangement of fate, it is obviously ridicule.

Just because of the intentional or unintentional ridicule of the god stick, he was inexplicably arranged here...... If you can have a good impression of that magic stick, then it's weird.

So I'd rather not believe it at all.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't want to, as if I believed, so I lowered the head of the magic stick.

Besides, the little guy in front of him, with small arms and legs, is it okay to be a cute thing, and wants to be his companion?

Thoughts swept over in an instant, Ning Wuxiu's eyes suddenly darkened, and without waiting for Li Boyang to reply, he turned around and left.

Li Boyang: "......? ”

Don't say that Li Boyang is confused, even Yu Wenjie, who has been quietly staring at this side, is also a question mark.

Ning Wuxiu's air pressure was too low, and there were no students who dared to stare at him for a long time, Yu Wenjie was more of a chicken thief, he used the front camera of his mobile phone to peek around the corner, but even so, he was so frightened by someone's sudden change that his whole body stiffened, and the phone almost didn't hold it.

Not only does this person have low air pressure, but he's also a psychopath, right!?

Yu Wenjie rubbed his eyebrows, as the leader of the third shift, he felt a little toothache.

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The morning session is over.

Most of the people in the classroom left.

The people sitting in the last two corners did not move.

Li Boyang didn't sleep well yesterday, and today he was unlucky to meet Ning Wuxiu.

It caused him to bite his tongue and get a headache for a lesson, but he got a little better, and he fell asleep unconsciously on the table, and he didn't wake up until now.

Ning Wuxiu glanced at it indifferently, seeing that the little guy was sleeping very innocently, like an angel, and he became more and more sneering at the companions of the god stick.

It's okay to look at the little things, but if you really want to fight, I'm afraid it's not over with a slap.

But then I couldn't help but recall the eyes of the little guy when he was ruthless in order to get out of instinctive control.

Decisive, resolute, fierce!

It's like a young beast at the top of the food chain, even if it encounters a mortal situation because of its young strength, it dares to bite back.

Fearless.

That kind of look, even if it is not as bright as before, it makes Ning Wuxiu look more pleasing to the eye.

It's like the cat that Ning Wuxiu once had.

Ning Wu has never raised cats, but he is different from others.

Others raise cats, and it is rare that the kittens are angry, obedient and obedient, and they like the belly of fat cats, and they can suck their hair.

But what Ning Wuxiu likes is waiting for the opportunity to move, attacking violently, fighting invincible opponents all over the community, dogs see clip tails, cats see cats, mice dare not move, snakes catch fish, steal chickens and eat birds, and never eat the owner's feed and prey - Elvis.

No, to be more precise, for such cats, the owner does not exist, at most it is a partner.

The owner's feeding is more like sharing after a partner's hunting.

In the era of fat cats with big oranges as the focus and fat as beauty, Ning Wuxiu's aesthetics obviously deviated from the mainstream.

The reason for this is that the smooth and explosive muscle lines of the feline, the sharp and slightly brutal little eyes, are of course beautiful, but in reality, there is really such a cat, it is obviously too dangerous, and it is still soft and cute and easy to bully.

Ning Wuxiu is not Mao Maokong, his aesthetics have jumped off slightly, Li Boyang is at most sunny and cute for him, his eyes are good-looking, and he has no other meaning.

But it was such a little boy who seemed to fall down with a slight push, but he resisted the instinctive invasion.

It's really boyish.

The little boy didn't know what what he had done, but Ning Wuxiu knew it.

Maybe...... Do you value your appearance too much?

After all, in nature, there are not a few creatures that look cute and are actually killers.

Even if you don't think about the words of a god, you just turned around and left after flirting with people, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit self-centered.

Ning Wuxiu looked down at his hands, and clearly understood that the change in his temper was obviously greatly affected by the bloodline, and this influence would become bigger and bigger.

It doesn't matter if there are changes in some preferences, but the changes in himself make him frown a little.

It is good to ascend to the sky in one step, but if you can't bear the pressure after ascending to the sky, you still have to explode.

Turning his head and glancing at Li Boyang again, Ning Wuxiu breathed a sigh of relief, he can't even be as good as that little guy, right?

The little guy can suppress the influence of the instinctive outburst, can't he do it himself?

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