my stealth fighter

Chapter 519 Connection
Zixuan has left, but everyone is still deep in thought. She reveals a corner of a magical world to everyone. They already know that it is an ecological circle completely different from the earth, but now it seems that the strangeness of that world is even greater. Beyond their imagination, the words "natural selection" are really incisive.

"Senior Chanji, what are you all in a daze for?" Fu Su trotted over, "I waved my hand for a long time just now, did the Angel of Light see me? Where is she now?"

Jiang Chanji came back to his senses, "Theoretically, she must know that you are waving, but she may not necessarily know that you are greeting her. Don't worry, there must be a chance. She is now... probably patrolling the school."

Chen Yiyi went to the Department of Vientiane Studies, and Fu Su followed others to the Department of Martial Arts.

Li Muqin has been discharged from the hospital, but he is not in the department at this time, probably accompanying his classmate, the dean, who is having a meeting with the dean of the dean.

Fu Su continued to translate for Luisa, Jiang Chanji and Leila trained separately, No. 33 and No. 15 sat bored, and No. 22 seemed to have received a task arranged by their superiors and left with an undecided return date.

The internal order of the Ninja Academy has been restored, and their daily intelligence collection work has resumed. During the closure period, the number of orders accumulated is large. Except for a few ninjas assigned special tasks, most of the ninjas are busy with their own tasks, especially 22 No. This kind of ninja with thousands of faces, although she is not good at fighting, her ability is definitely a sharp weapon in stealing information.

Maybe he wanted to create the illusion that nothing happened, even if it was to deceive himself, the enthusiasm of the ninjas was unprecedentedly high, and the suzerain did not delve into the identity of the rebels, even if it was the one or two rebels who had actually been exposed, It is only assigned to a relatively remote area to conduct long-term intelligence collection work alone, which is equivalent to cold treatment.

Jiang Chanji secretly paid attention to Leila's whip movement during the interval of boxing practice, especially the details of her arm and wrist movements. He had been paying attention before they went to Ararat Mountain.

"What? Do you want to learn?" Leila noticed his attention, stopped and sneered: "You can't learn, your wrists and shoulders are too stiff, and your knees and ankles are also very stiff. You must have never practiced dancing when you were young." !"

She had also observed his boxing practice and had a certain understanding of his physical flexibility.

Jiang Chanji shrugged, "Just take a look at it casually. If you don't want to, I won't look at it."

Leila was about to say something, but at this moment, they all caught a very fast light and shadow falling from the sky in the corner of their eyes.

"Angel of Light?"

Fu Su raised his head from the textbook and exclaimed in surprise.

Except for Fu Su, it was not the first time for everyone present to see the Angel of Light at close range. Everyone stopped their movements and felt a strong oppressive force.

The gorgeous figure of the Angel of Light was reflected in Fu Su's pupils, his mouth could hardly close, and he couldn't describe his feelings in words.

Just like she used to yearn for Aurora but didn't dare to approach easily, she especially hoped to be able to get close to the Angel of Light, but now when she was really close to each other, she was a little shy again and only dared to look at it from a distance.

Jiang Chanji walked over, "Fu Su, this is the Angel of Light you are looking forward to, her name is Michelle. Michelle, this is one of my juniors, she is your fan."

They couldn't see the change in Michelle's expression, but she seemed to look down at him in astonishment and doubt.

"After I told her the story of your great prowess in Ararat, she kept clamoring to see you, and even waved to you in the morning. Did you notice?"

No. 33 looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he introduced them so vigorously.

Michelle nodded slightly.

"Fu Su, what are you still doing there? Come over and say hello."

Under his repeated urging, Fu Su finally moved his feet, walked over timidly, raised his head and waved to Michelle, tried his best to smile, and said with a trembling voice: "Hi! Hello!"

In fact, Fu Su was not to blame for his timidity on the spot. Michelle's height, shape, six wings of light, and the cross sword of light that was about the same length as Fu Su's body were too oppressive.

Jiang Chanji wondered how to get the two of them to get closer as soon as possible, as they are so unfamiliar that there is no way to establish a connection between their minds.

"Mi Xue, can you sit down? You are too tall, we always have to talk with our heads up, and our necks will be sore after a while." He grinned and rubbed his neck deliberately.

Probably no one has ever made this request to Michelle. She has always looked down on all living beings, even including the dean, and no one has looked at her at the same level.

She seemed to be looking at Jiang Chanji, and hesitated for a while facing him, but he didn't blink, and his attitude was very firm.

Michelle remembers that Jiang Chanji said when he was in Aleshan that there was a girl in the east who could communicate heart-to-heart, and he promised to introduce her to that girl. She came here full of expectations, and she was eager to communicate.

She used to sit on the wing, but sitting on the wing was not the same as sitting on the lawn. She turned her head to see how No. 15 and No. 33 were sitting—a gesture that showed she was a little flustered, because she didn't need to "turn her head." "This action can emit light in all directions at any time, and can also receive light from all directions.

She bent down and kneeled awkwardly, first knelt on one knee on the lawn, and then tried to change into a sitting position—maybe influenced by No. 15 and No. 33, she turned out to be in that kind of kneeling posture of a Japanese girl The four lower wings covered the lawn beside her like a cloak, and it looked like a... a peacock sitting on the ground spreading its tail, of course it was even more gorgeous than a peacock.

It should be uncomfortable to sit in this position for a long time, but it certainly has no effect on the Angel of Light.

Her height is equivalent to the height of two Catherines. After sitting down, she is basically at the same level as their standing eyes. Even if they sit down, the height difference between their eyes is much smaller than when they are both standing. Don't look up at her anymore.

The most important thing is that after she sat down, the sense of oppression was greatly reduced - in front of her, they were like children in front of adults, and if adults could squat down to talk to children and communicate with them on an equal footing, they would undoubtedly feel better. It makes children more relaxed, and it is easier to win the favor of children.

"It's so beautiful!"

Fu Su's eyes sparkled, and he circled around Mi Xue a few times.

"There should be no danger here, your sword... can you find a way to put it away?" Jiang Chanji asked again.

Without seeing how she made a move, the Light Cross Sword across her lap suddenly turned into specks of light and landed on her right palm.

"Thank you." He said to himself that this is really convenient, just like Monkey King's golden cudgel, it can be inserted into the ears at any time.

Because Mi Xue cooperated with Jiang Chanji's request so much, she seemed to be a very gentle person, not as majestic as the one in the legend. Fu Su's wariness and fear of her gradually weakened, and he walked around her a few times, as if Like every girl, she is particularly interested in her wide and gorgeous wings.

"Can I... touch your wings?" She asked boldly, and looked at Jiang Chanji's face by the way.

Michelle nodded slightly.

Fu Su stretched out his fingers cautiously, and approached her wings tremblingly, as if they were not wings but burning candles. The moment his fingertips touched the wings, he retracted them, seeing that there was no danger, and touched them again.

There was no obvious tactile feedback from the fingertips, but it was different from pure air. Her fingers felt warm, as if being basked in the warm sun. When she pulled her fingers back, she was surprised to see a ray of light like a liquid. Just as she was about to take a closer look, the ray of light melted into the air again.

"It's amazing! It's amazing!" She was so excited that it was hard to describe.

Jiang Chanji doesn't know how close Fu Su has to be with the target to establish a connection. I'm afraid she doesn't know it herself. Considering that she has already established connections with some teachers, it shouldn't be too difficult, but after all, the situation of the Angel of Light is too Special, it is safer to let them get along for a while.

"By the way, it's rare for Michelle to visit. Maybe she will go back with the dean's head lady in a few days. Why don't you leave some beautiful memories." He said to Fu Su, "Don't you know how to draw? I I think Michelle's pose is very beautiful, why don't you try to draw her into the painting? No matter it is a sketch, traditional Chinese painting or oil painting."

"good idea!"

Ordinary students like Fu Su, in order to train them into outstanding young ladies, art courses such as painting are essential, and everyone has a good artistic accomplishment.

The light on the Angel of Light's body is dynamic and fluctuating all the time. It is difficult to take pictures of her with an ordinary camera. of the soul.

Seeing that Michelle had no objection, Fu Su called her classmate and roommate, and asked her roommate to help her bring the painting supplies. After hanging up the phone, she ran out to pick up her roommate. After a while, she came back with a big bag on her back. Yes, the bag contains a full set of painting tools including the easel.

She chose a suitable angle, set up the easel and spread the drawing paper.

"I said, don't paint Picasso-style abstract paintings!" Although his parents had opened a studio, Jiang Chanji basically knew nothing about painting, and he had no artistic talent at all, so he couldn't understand what she wanted to paint.

"Sister Chanji thinks abstract paintings are so easy to draw? In fact, I'm only good at sketching...and I think Michelle's figure is the most suitable for showing with sketches!" Fu Su said and began to write, "Please Michelle Don't move for now."

Jiang Chanji watched patiently from the side, watching Michelle's outline gradually emerge on the drawing paper.

Indeed, as Fu Su said, sketching, which is a technique of purely drawing objects with lines, is very suitable for depicting the angel of light composed of light, especially sketch is good at depicting the light and dark changes of the faces of the characters, and the relatively vague facial features of the angel of light are more obvious. Out of the charm.

Less than an hour later, there are still some details to work on, but the general outline of the sketch is complete.

"How?" Fu Su said to himself annoyedly, "If I had known today, I would have listened as much as possible to the painting class instead of taking a nap..."

"It's pretty good." Jiang Chanji didn't mean to be perfunctory, "Let Michelle evaluate it for himself?"

Fu Su turned the easel in the direction, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not good at learning, I'm laughing at you."

Jiang Chanji observed Michelle's reaction. He wasn't sure if she could "see" the painting. Logically speaking, it was possible, because the sketch only has two colors, black and white, and the degree of reflection of black and white is different.

Fu Su hid behind the easel, worried that Mi Xue would not like his paintings, so he kept gesturing to Jiang Chanji and asked silently: How is it?
Jiang Chanji pouted forward, meaning: You ask yourself, I didn't draw it.

Fu Su glared at him complainingly, and was about to raise her head from behind the drawing paper, but her head was held down by Jiang Chanji, preventing her from raising her head.

"Just ask that." He said, "Try to use your ability to ask her."

Fu Su was taken aback. She was excited and nervous, and never considered the issue of establishing a connection with Michelle, but Jiang Chanji felt that it might be easier to establish a connection this way. After she awakened her ability, she did not deliberately do anything with him and Luisa. What, the connection was established naturally.

She didn't even know how to activate the ability. Anyway, as long as she wanted to talk to someone, and the image of that person appeared in her mind, she could pass the words over.

【Michelle, can you hear me?I want to ask you, what do you think of this painting? 】

After waiting for a while, Fu Su didn't hear a response, and she tried to say it a few more times. Just when she was about to give up, a strange voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

【what is this? 】

This voice was different from other people's voices. It was long and deep, as if it was falling from the sky. The voice was full of majesty, but it also had a huge confusion that didn't match the majesty.

Jiang Chanji felt Fu Su tremble, and hurriedly asked, "Have you got in touch?"

Fu Su waved his hand, not letting him speak.

【Who are you?Is it Michelle?I'm Fu Su, can you hear me?I'm trying to communicate directly with your mind. 】

[Yes, I can hear... this... this is 'speaking'? 】

It wasn't just Fu Su who was trembling, Jiang Chanji saw that the light fluctuations on Mi Xue's body had also intensified, as if she was very excited, she might stand up at any time, some of the grass leaves under her quickly changed from green to yellow, and some even took off. There was smoke.

No. 33 and the others noticed the abnormality here, and stood up anxiously.

"Fu Su, let her calm down, she's too excited! It's not good to go on like this!" He reminded.

【Mi Xue, this is talking, I can hear you talking, but don't get too excited, speak slowly if you have something to say, or I will be scared...】

【Okay, I know. 】

The light on Michelle's body seemed a little stiff, but the degree of fluctuation was suppressed, and the number of scorched grass leaves no longer increased.

Jiang Chanji realized that he had underestimated Michelle's reaction after gaining the ability to communicate. Fortunately, he had told her about it in Mount Ararat, which was regarded as a vaccination. Otherwise, if she suddenly surprised her, I'm afraid it would end become frightened.

(End of this chapter)