Atobe looked at Takeshita Xianyu and suddenly smiled. Under the sunlight, his smile was extremely enchanting. The right corner of his mouth raised a gorgeous arc. The sunlight illuminated it made people unable to help but feel dazed.
"Hachichi, let this ungorgeous woman come down." He stroked his chin and looked at Takeshita Xianyu with interest. She became interesting now.
"wush." Without any hesitation, he immediately put down Xianyu from his shoulders.
Xianyu raised her head and glanced at Aibu, feeling a little dissatisfied. Looking at the current situation, it was impossible for her to beat these people. This body was too weak.
"Tell me, what are you studying?" The charming voice made people fall in love.
"It's just that." The person had to lower his head under the eaves and answered honestly, "It's just Wing Chun."
"Wing Chun?" Atobu looked at Takeshita Xianyu in confusion. He seemed to have never heard of this kind of martial art. "Ninzu, have you heard of this kind of martial art?"
Renzuo looked at Xianyu, turned her head to look at Jibu, raised her hands and shrugged, indicating that she had never heard of it.
"Chinese martial arts." Xianyu pushed the scattered purple hair behind her ears and said calmly, "You don't know it's normal."
Atobe didn't bother her anymore about what kind of martial arts she knew, and continued the question just now, "Do you really know Chinese?"
Xian Yu looked at Atobu's suspicious look, and finally said helplessly: "I can just read the passage on the cover: There are many divergent roads in life, generals and gods must also be made by mortals, generations rise and fall, dynasties and twilight, Jiang Feng
Blowing down the tree in front, there is no proof of fame and wealth, exhausting one's heart, always mistaking the flow of light, getting drunk with three cups of turbid wine, and one knows where the water flow has faded."
Atobu took a look at the words on the cover. They were good words, and the words were pronounced clearly. The voice was fresh, bright, and gentle to the ears.
"Hey." Atobu stopped Xianyu and said to her very domineeringly: "You are not a gorgeous woman, come and be my Chinese teacher."
"No." The voice was as soft as a feather, but it contained undeniable determination. He raised his legs, picked up the book, turned around and walked away.
Atobe stood aside and was furious. This was a good thing that many girls couldn't even imagine. She actually dared to reject him?
It's so ungrateful. His bad temper will be forced out by this Takeshita Xianyu in his life.
