"Tsk, this mosquito is almost going to bite people!"

When the classmates were afraid of the sun and spraying sunscreen, Guan Qi was chatting with the instructor about military physical boxing; When his classmates were lamenting that the training was too hard, Guan Qi was bouncing and thinking about the art show behind.

Guan Qi, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, has practiced the slogan of "blood, sweat and tears", but he is afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes when he is resting - he can't stop without finding ten people to share.

"You're also from BJ, which high school are you?" The mosquito bag on his leg is obviously not as important as a new friend, and it doesn't matter if it's a department or not, Guan Qi can talk endlessly with anyone he meets.

"I, Guan Qi, from the animation department, what about you? I don't think you two are the same ......."

Guan Qi really talked a lot, Lin Muyuan and Ran Ning didn't know how to deal with it for a while, they only nodded yes, and by the way, they were curious about what this girl wanted to do.

"Hey, you bracelets look so good!" didn't wait for the other party's self-introduction, Guan Qi didn't care, and found the topic again, "It seems to be the same material as me, right?" But the process is different? ”

While speaking, Guan Qi had already taken off the bracelet on his hand and handed it to Lin Muyuan and the others: "This is what my grandfather gave me, it is said to be an old object, you also look good at this, where did you buy it?" ”

"What my grandmother gave me was the characteristics of my hometown Fujian."

Lin Muyuan finally had a chance to answer a sentence, but he didn't want Guan Qi to be called away by the person in charge of the art show on the last day of military training......

The sword moved, and the silver light shook every leaf that swayed in the sun. The sword spike hit the air, the sound of the wind crossed his ears, and as soon as Guan Qi bent down, the sword body turned around in front of him.

"Your sword won't hurt, will you?" It's not that the person in charge can't see the thin piece of the performance sword, and it doesn't look like it can hurt people.

It's just that the sword that dances out of the afterimage in Guan Qi's hand, and if you really weigh it in your hand, you will find that it is not as light as you imagined.

"It's okay, we're not that dangerous...... If you don't believe me, you can give it a try. ”

Guan Qi said it rightly, and the girl in charge couldn't help but itch - who hasn't woven a dream of a Jianghu heroine for herself before going to bed?

Shook it three or two times in a row, the sword didn't make a sound, but it was thrown to the arm, and the person in charge "hissed", as if he was busy offering treasures, with awe, and returned the sword to Guan Qi.

The fallen leaves were raised and swept to the side of the road, Guan Qi finally relied on an outward lotus to throw off the hat that was finally suppressed with his hair, and had no choice but to dig into the grass on the side of the road to look for it.

The sassy beauty who attracted a lot of attention in a blink of an eye came out full of grass leaves, and even the originally white sword spikes were dyed with pale green juice by the grass.

In addition to being dumbfounded, the girl in charge didn't seem to have a better word to express her feelings: "That, classmate, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the hat flew in." Guan Qi grinned and looked indifferent, "I had a time when the fan was folded and thrown under the leading platform, I got used to it, I got used to it." ”

The crisp sword roared in the green shade again, and the autumn air was not as wanton as the spring breeze of a young man, and the scorching sun only dared to hide in Guan Qi's eyes, and he couldn't compete for glory for half a point......

The sword pointed out, the direction of the road ahead, between the points, thorns, clouds, and wipes, there was a breeze surging, bearing green and red stamens, and the heat of the sunset saved a few strands of Guan Qi's fine hair, but it was wrong, in the warm humidity, the eyes and tails of youth were lined more agile and resolute.

In the past year of preparing for the art exam, Guan Qi has never touched the sword, and now he only relies on muscle memory, tossing and turning, and has not stopped.

"What is Guangling's rest? I just searched for what it looks like is a piano song? ”

"Piano music? Guzheng ......"