A thick palm appeared silently from behind Ye Minglu and slapped him hard on the back with lightning speed.
"Hey, Naru, what are you thinking about?"
The sudden "attack" from behind immediately pulled Ye Minglu back from his distant thoughts.
"Uh, it's nothing." Ye Minglu turned around and saw that it was his best friend Modi.
Looking at the whole school, except Modi, there seems to be no other person who dares to photograph him and speak in this tone.
Modi is about the same height and build as Ye Ming Lu. What is different from Ye Ming Lu's black hanging hair is his handsome face, clear eyebrows and handsome features, a tall nose, and a golden-orange medium-short bangs hairstyle. Overall, he looks like
Mixed race.
When we were at the same table before, Ye Minglu curiously asked him if he was a foreigner. Modi replied angrily that his mother was British and his father met and fell in love with her while working abroad. Due to her genetic
The problem is, my hair is inherited from my mother’s genes.
Every time I meet different people, I ask him this question countless times, and he answers it countless times, which makes me very annoyed.
The most peculiar thing is his pair of blue eyes. If you look closely, you can see that the blue eyes are flashing with blue light. It is suitable to call them evil eyes. However, although the flash of the eyes is weird, it has no effect. It is scary at most. Overall, it looks more attractive.
Girls favor it.
"I saw you were in a daze for a long time. Did you fall in love with a girl in the class outside the sports field? Come on, tell me who it is, and I will give you some advice and make sure you get it!" Modi stretched his neck, his evil eyes green.
Hitomi was like a scanning gun with a hidden blue light, scanning all the female students in the sports field below.
"Do you think I am you? You spend all day hanging out with girls, why don't you find one seriously? However, it's rare for you to pick up girls nowadays. Have you met your true love?"
Modi, known as the "Girl Killer", has picked up girls more than half the time since his sophomore year in high school.
Ye Minglu only knew that Modi, who was fearless, was actually afraid of the female student who suddenly transferred to another school this semester. The relationship between the two seemed to be very close. Modi's behavior had improved a lot. It was probably because of the female transfer student.
Credit.
At least Modi will no longer attack female students of all grades too many times. Although his mouth is still joking as usual, there is no action.
"Hey, there is nothing I can do. I am a good young man. I want to carry forward the fine style of the Chinese nation and become a useful talent to society." Modi rubbed his waist with his left hand and made a "yes" gesture with his right hand and smiled mischievously.
"Come on, but you are indeed one of the three 'good' young people. You have fun, gambling, and prostitution!" Ye Minglu added without hesitation.
"I tolerated the first two hobbies, but this prostitute has wronged me to death. I have never been in or out of romantic places. All the girls I have come into contact with have been with me as my girlfriend. You can eat as much as you like, but you can't talk.
Don’t talk nonsense.”
"There's not much difference in my eyes."
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Why are you listless when you have nothing to do? Is it because I didn't help you in the fight yesterday?"
Modi sat down on the desk at Yeming Road and asked with concern.
"No, I cleaned them up in a few times. I was thinking that I'd better throw away those challenge letters in the future. It's really a waste of time to pay attention to them!"
Ye Minglu originally wanted to talk about what happened yesterday, but he forgot about it. Since Emily had left, there was not much chance of meeting her. They were just passing by, so there was no point in telling him.
"That's it, it's okay. I'll help you deal with the garbage in the future, as long as you cook to reward me." Modi patted his chest and said confidently.
"What I cooked tasted terrible."
"You won't die if you eat it!"
"It's hard for you to tell whether others can eat it to death."
"It seems that he didn't die from bad food, but you were poisoned. Ming Lu, by the way, the summer vacation is coming soon, and your parents are not at home. Do you have any plans? Maybe I will take you out to see the outside world.
."
Although Ye Minglu has never been to Modi's home, he occasionally hears other people whispering in private about him being a rich second generation. Ye Minglu has such a good relationship with him, and he is really a rich man.
ah!
However, there is no connection between being rich and being a close friend, and there is no connection between them. No matter how much others say, they will just turn a deaf ear. With the relationship between the two of them, even if the other person is a pauper, there will be no difference at all.
Impact.
"Then I'll look forward to it a little bit!" Ye Minglu smiled back.
The class preparation bell rang at the wrong time, and I was able to talk for only a few minutes during the break.
"It's time to get ready for class. Let's practice at the driving range in the afternoon. It's been a long time since we two faced off against each other."
Modi left the desk where he was sitting, broke off his hands that seemed to have been loose for a long time, made a "clucking" sound, and said casually.
"Okay, don't cry if you lose!" Ye Minglu said.
Modi raised an index finger and waved it left and right: "That doesn't necessarily mean I lost. I am much better than when I was a freshman in high school. If you think it is me before, you are totally wrong. If you underestimate me,
You will definitely lose. This time, I can say that I have a winning chance. You should just worry about yourself."
Looking at Modi who is full of confidence, Ye Minglu wants to compete with him even more. It's not because Modi is arrogant. He must have a certain confidence when he says this. And challenging things are more to his liking.
Playing with stinky chess pieces will get stinky as you play. Only by playing against masters can you make progress.
When I was a freshman in Hope High School, perhaps because I was interested in, obsessed with, and practiced martial arts for self-defense, the two of them actually joined the academy martial arts club together and often practiced with each other. There were more than 20 people in the club, and they were the only two who were like chickens.
Blood-like mastered the essence of martial arts to a superb level. In the end, even the president was no match for Ye Minglu and Modi. They were the most powerful in the entire club, and no one dared to challenge them.
All the academies in Nuozhou City know their name in Hope High School. Occasionally, other academies will come to challenge them, just like the students of Guangming Academy yesterday, but the real threat to them is very small.
"I'm quite confident. Let's give it a try this afternoon."
"Girl, come here, this is the ice cream you want."
"Thank you, grandpa! But Emily is not young anymore, so she can't call her girl." The girl took a large cup of ice cream and said politely.
"Even if you are ten years older, at my age, I can still call you girl." The old man from the convenience store narrowed his eyes and smiled.
It was in the morning that Emily met Ye Minglu on the commercial street. After wandering around all morning, she couldn't find anyone she thought was suitable to be a "powerful person" to be a contractor. By noon, the commercial street was crowded with people, and only
After having breakfast, she unconsciously felt her stomach growl, so she found a place with few people and that could block the warm sun to rest for a while, then came to this convenience store.
I had a hundred-yuan note from Ye Minglu on me, so I sat on a leisure chair under a big orange sun umbrella and ordered a milk-flavored ice cream cup to cool off the heat.
“Delicious, the milk-flavored ice cream is really delicious!”
Emily leisurely tasted a cup of ice cream on the wooden table, thinking that the purpose of coming to the human world this time was to find a contractor to sign a contract, but it was really a very difficult thing.
First, no one believes her, and if she talks too much, others will think she has a brain problem. Second, there are no suitable contractors, not office workers, children, or social gangsters. There seems to be no human beings in this place that she likes.
In addition, if the first question is denied, the second question will also collapse.
Among all the worries, the most unsettling thing for her was that she thought of Ye Minglu, the boy who saved her, made people angry, but did not believe in elves and tolerated his own temper.
It was just that they had known him for less than a day, and when Emily thought about him, she felt very uneasy in her heart. She would never meet him again in the future, so it was better to forget him as soon as possible.
But the more I want to forget, the more I can't forget it in my mind. Even the scenes that happened yesterday appear in my mind one after another, and I don't even understand the reason for this.
"Girl, you seem to be worried, what are you worried about?"
The old man from the convenience store, who was sitting on an ancient wooden wicker chair and looking at the store, was relaxing. When he saw Emily sighing suddenly while eating ice cream, he suddenly asked her something.
Although Emily didn't like the name of girl, because she was an elf who had lived for more than a hundred years, but in the human world, she was still in front of an amiable grandfather (although not as old as herself).
So I restrained my temper and didn't say that I was actually an elf or that I was over a hundred years old or something like that. These words were told to Ye Minglu, and Ye Minglu also said that saying things that cannot be proven would arouse other people's opinions.
"Grandpa, do you believe in the existence of elves?" Emily asked.
Without blindly announcing her identity, on the basis of human cognition, Emily asked about elves as a topic. This sentence sounded reasonable at first glance, and it would not be regarded as a secondary disease. At most, it would be considered
She is a little girl who loves elves.
Regarding animation, Emily walked around the streets and alleys of the commercial street today and browsed in bookstores. It refers to the process of making some living or inanimate things personified and exaggerated, giving them all human emotions.
, action, among which elves are also classified as magical.
The old man squinted his wrinkled eyes and said with a smile: "Most people do not believe in elves, including me who don't know much about elves, but I am sure about the existence of elves, very, very sure, because I have seen them before.
Pass."
"Hey, grandpa, have you ever seen an elf?"
She thought she would be rejected when she mentioned the topic of "elves", but the old man's answer was unexpected. He even said he had seen an elf. Emily was shocked and wondered if she had heard something wrong because of something wrong with her ears.
Still dreaming, I pinched my little face hard.
"ah"
"It hurts..." Emily screamed softly in pain. The pain meant that she was not dreaming, but then she became confused. Don't ordinary people not know what elves do?
"Ah... that happened forty years ago. It's a secret." The old man recalled the past with sighs. "At that time, I was a young man less than twenty years old. On a night trip, I was raped by an unknown trio.
Monsters over ten feet tall blocked the way from the front and back, and just when I thought I was going to be killed, a person called the Elf Messenger by those monsters suddenly appeared."
"Then what?" Emily asked excitedly. The deeds of elves are usually carried out secretly, let alone hunting demons. In today's human society, especially without the demon hunting king, they dare not easily
presumptuous.
"The elf impressed me very much. He was wrapped in fiery red armor, holding a spear and halberd, and wearing a red and white mask. Although he didn't look like him, the elf was really powerful. He had a long trident in his hand.
The spear swept across mightily, summoning a red fire dragon to devour all the monsters in an instant, leaving the monsters powerless to fight back. It's so cool!"
"Of course, elf envoys are formed by the conclusion of a contract between humans and elves. Using the power of elves combined with the contractor's own strength will elevate the strength to another level." Emily said proudly.
Although she doesn't have a contractor yet, to become the strongest elf envoy, she must have the most suitable contractor, which is naturally what she hopes for.
In the country of elves, there are many stories about the deeds of elves. In history, there are heroic elves who killed demon hunters. Unfortunately, human life is short, only one hundred years, while elves have a life span of three hundred years. They died in the war with demon hunters.
There are countless elves.
When the contractor dies, the surviving elves will return to the kingdom of elves, and there will not be many elves. The elf tree drops a hundred seeds every ten years and turn into elves. It is too difficult to reproduce elves, and the elves are all female.
, the number of elves can only be reproduced through elf trees.
Emily listened to the history of elf messengers told by the elf teachers, and she admired them so much that she determined to make a contract with the strongest human to become the strongest elf messenger and eliminate all hunting monsters.
"So this is how the Elf Envoy came to be. Girl, you seem to know it very well. Could it be that you have also seen the Elf Envoy?" Emily asked curiously as they were familiar with each other.
"Do you still need to meet me? Because I am... I am... I will become the contractor of the Elf Envoy in the future." Emily suddenly changed her words and said that her identity would no longer be exposed casually, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and nothing else.
, just like being called a chuunibyou by Ye Minglu is difficult to accept. It seems that although this old man may not necessarily be like this, he does not believe that he is an elf easily because he has not been able to prove it yet.
"It's great to have dreams. I will never forget what happened that night. Although I saw the process before I fainted from fright, I still remember it fresh. If I can see the elf messenger again in my lifetime, I will never forget it.
It's a pity." The old man sighed expectantly.
"If there is hope, there is a chance. Grandpa, you will definitely see it again." Emily encouraged.
.....................
The sky is clear and the sun is blazing, but it's a good time to take a nap. Of course, Ye Ming Road can't let go of this leisure. There are no classes in the afternoon, and the period is full of club open day activities.
After having lunch with Modi in the school cafeteria at noon, he chose to lie quietly on a stone bench in the campus pavilion, with a rattan sword beside him.
The cool breeze blew past his body, bringing him a refreshing summer feeling. Ye Minglu closed his eyes and rested, but he was not sleepy at all. From morning to this time, whether in class or eating, he would always think of that stupid Loli girl.
I don’t know what happened to her. Did she find her family? Or was she wandering outside and lost? Was she being chased by those guys in black again yesterday? A series of questions occupied her mind and heart.
I just don't understand why I care so much about a silly lolita with a middle school disease. She has probably left this place, so what's the use of worrying about it.
I turned over and sat up to get ready to go to the club. I thought of Modi vowing to compete with him in the morning. He had not been seen since the meal. He was either picking up girls or accompanying the female transfer from Class B next door.
School student.
He should be waiting for him at the practice ground now. The more Ye Minglu thought about it, the more helpless he became. He gently picked up the Fujiki sword with his feet, grabbed it in his hand, and walked slowly towards the club.
The place where club activities are held is located in the west part of the campus, only a few hundred meters away from the teaching building, occupying a lot of space in the entire academy.
In the afternoon, members of major clubs could be seen everywhere. Men and women holding guitars sat by the door of the guitar club, playing leisurely.
There are members of the literary club discussing literature and reading articles in a relaxed and natural manner, while members of other clubs are doing their own things.
There is a "large" training ground at the end of many clubs, with the word "Martial Arts Club" shining brightly engraved on the door plate, and the door is open.
The martial arts club, one of the top ten clubs, mainly occupies the area of two ordinary classrooms, which is more than enough for practicing martial arts. The other clubs are only as small as one classroom.
"What? Are you going to fight Brother Ming Lu again?"
"You're lying. Although Brother Di, you are very powerful, Brother Ming Lu's strength should not be underestimated. Don't forget that when you were a freshman in high school, you couldn't survive more than a few rounds."
"Ah haha, times are progressing, and people will always become stronger. I am not what I used to be. Why don't you try it and test whether I have become stronger." A young man with golden-orange hair and blue eyes sat on the table.
On the desk, he smiled evilly at the tall and thin member.
"No, Brother Di, you and Brother Ming Lu are both crazy. I don't want to be a sandbag for you to practice. With my ability, I can't test whether you have become stronger." A tall and thin club member quickly waved his hand and declined.
Forget to take a few steps back.
Modi glanced around the other club members, who were all frightened by his evil eyes with a faint blue light and took a step back. No one dared to step forward to answer.
Recalling the majestic scene in which Modi, a freshman in high school, knocked all the commune members to their feet, everyone shunned him and were in awe just by his name. Ye Minglu was the only one who could deal with him.
Modi suddenly felt a little funny when he saw their hairy appearance.
After chatting with the members for a while, Modi looked at the time, then raised his head and shouted: "Why hasn't that guy Ming Lu come yet? I can't wait any longer."