The sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang sound with which men even panted slightly could be heard."
I saw a man wearing a white fencing uniform, with a slender figure and a jade-like temperament, waving the bright silver sword in his hand fiercely, attacking with extremely cunning and vicious moves.
His opponent was attacked so hard that he had no choice but to dodge left and right while gasping for energy.
However, even though he had been hit by the slender man on his shoulders, legs, and chest long ago, and according to the rules it should have been a loss, the slender man did not stop at all, and continued to hit him hard.
Attacking.
Obviously, he was not doing it for sword competition at all, his purpose was to vent!
Finally, the man who had been attacked so hard that he had no power to fight back cried out "ah" and fell to the ground with a "snap" under a move that was as vicious as a poisonous snake. He was so embarrassed that he kept waving his hands to signal a temporary truce.
"Humph." The man who attacked him let out a low hum of contempt.
At the same time, he took off the helmet on his head.
I saw that his short black hair was also wet with sweat, and his face was as white as jade, and his noble and elegant face was also covered with sweat, but there was no trace of embarrassment. I just felt that he was still so elegant. - This man actually turned out to be so elegant.
It's Han Qingyi.
At this time, his face was full of unabated anger, his elegant eyes glanced at his opponent with contempt, he raised his hand to wipe his sweat and walked to the resting place.
Han Qingyi casually put his helmet on a shelf aside, and the maid waiting to serve him quickly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.
Han Qingyi drank a sip of water from the melted ice and snow under the Himalayas as usual, and then turned around to change clothes.
By the time he changed his clothes, his opponent, who had just been "beaten" by him at least a hundred times and was panting, had already changed his clothes and was waiting there in a puddle.
Looking at that fat rosacea, he turned out to be the vice president of a Korean private hospital.
At this time, he was nodding and bending, and smiled flatteringly at Han Qingyi: "Young Master, do you feel a little better?"
Han Qingyi had already put on a set of off-white high-end casual clothes at this time. He looked indescribably gentle and elegant in every move he raised. Only under his sweaty hair was there a chilling look on his elegant face.
The cold expression makes people feel afraid to look at it again.
"What do you think?"
Han Qingyi asked coldly.
The vice-dean's flattering smile suddenly froze and froze there. He still maintained that flattering expression on his face, but he no longer knew what to say.
He was wrong!
——The vice-dean regretted his stupidity in his heart. He didn't know the reason why Han Qingyi asked him to practice swordsmanship with him. It was clear that he was just to vent his inner dissatisfaction and anger, but he was not afraid to ask him.
Are you comfortable yet?
How stupid!
He regretted his inability to observe words and emotions.
Han Qingyi threw the cup to the floor, and the hard crystal cup rolled down on the high-end wooden floor, making a crisp clanking sound.