Happy Wind Man of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 8 Flying Devil Jiang Xun
On the battlefield full of corpses, Jiang Xun took out a bamboo flute from his arms and placed it on his lips. The soul returns to its hometown.

The sound of the strings in unison drowned out the sound of Jiang Xun's flute. He raised his head, and the archers of the Noxian Legion in the distance fired at him. Tens of thousands of cold lights poured down on him like a torrential rain.

He clenched the handle of the knife and rushed towards the enemy against the rain of arrows. The wind elements gathered like a tide towards the long knife in his hand. He unsheathed the knife and the tsunami-like wall of wind blocked all the arrows. He rode the wind. Jumping rapidly among the enemies, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemies.

The ghosts of the enemy entangled around his blade. He swung his sword towards a place where the enemy troops were densely packed. The unruly wind was subdued by him, and a tornado rose from the ground, picking up the soldiers wearing Noxian armor and sweeping them away. Throw high into the air.

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"Hey, hello, Ah Xun, wake up, it's noon, we're going to eat." Lu Mingfei's voice sounded in Jiang Xun's ears, and he found himself back in the classroom, where only he and himself were left. Lu Mingfei is two people.

Is it a dream again?

Jiang Xun would dream every day when he came to this world. Before, it was the memory of the original owner of this body. After the original owner's memory was absorbed by him, it became Yasuo's memory.

He recalled the scene of Yasuo using his wind sword skills to traverse the battlefield. The other details were not very clear, but he remembered every move Yasuo made.

It turned out that he unlocked the hero Yasuo, the hero of the wind sword. Not only can he get his skills, but also the swordsmanship that Yasuo has mastered since he was a child and decades of experience in killing enemies. This gave him a feeling of making a fortune Feeling and in a good mood.

He happily put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and said, "Let's go to dinner. I'll treat you."

As an aristocratic school, Shilan Middle School's cafeteria is also graded, ranging from Chinese fast food stir-fries to Western-style hamburgers and steaks.

Jiang Xun originally wanted to take Lu Mingfei to have a steak to celebrate, but today the Western restaurant at Shilan Middle School used N9 level Australian Wagyu beef. He took a look at the price and found that although it was affordable, it was not cost-effective. With this money, he could go home and buy steaks and fry them himself, so that he and Lu Mingfei could eat together.

So they moved to the school's third canteen.

Although he didn't get to eat the Australian wagyu beef, Lu Mingfei was moved to tears when he looked at the five chicken legs on the plate. He almost wanted to make Jiang Xun his eldest brother, but it was a pity that the little goddess interfered.

The little goddess sat down next to Lu Mingfei with a plate. Her aura suppressed all Lu Mingfei's useless words after eating the chicken drumsticks, which made Jiang Xun deeply regretful.

"You guys chat, I have to leave first." Lu Mingfei saw that Su Xiaoqiang had something to say to Jiang Xun, and he wisely retreated with a chicken leg in his mouth.

Lu Mingfei's knowledge was acquired through practice. On the first day of his freshman year in high school, Lu Mingfei said in front of Su Xiaoqiang that Chen Wenwen was the class star of our class, and he was targeted by the vindictive Su Xiaoqiang for three years.

After three years of tempering, even a pig should become smarter. Lu Mingfei is smarter than a pig, so he still has some emotional intelligence.

After sitting down, Su Xiaoqiang poked a small piece of fried pork with chopsticks, trying to separate the fat and lean meat.

"Eating small fried pork is delicious only with some fat. Only lean meat is dry, and fat is the source of human happiness." Jiang Xun pointed out.

"I don't eat fat meat. If you say it's a source of happiness, I'll give it to you." She picked up a piece of fried pork that she had forcibly broken up, and wanted to throw the fat meat to Jiang Xun.

"No, you touched it with your chopsticks." Jiang Xun moved the plate away with a look of disgust on his face.

He is not the kind of loser who thinks that the saliva of beautiful girls also smells good.

He was a dog licker in his previous life, but dog licking is not equivalent to being a loser.

Diaosi loves girls all over the world, but girls all over the world don't love him, while licking dogs fall in love with a girl who can't get what she wants.

Little Goddess: o(￣ヘ￣o#)(You actually dislike me, damn it, my mouth has never touched chopsticks, hum)

"I just want to remind you that there is a football match tonight, don't forget it." After the little goddess said that, she left angrily.After being reminded by Little Heavenly Girl, Jiang Xun remembered that he was still a member of the Shilan Middle School team.

When he was 15 years old, he had grown to 1 meters tall. The coach thought that he had amazing bones and must be a basketball prodigy, so he planned to train him carefully and develop him into the second generation of Yao Ming.

It's a pity that Jiang Xun's athletic talent is so poor that he was beaten even in class competitions, let alone school-level competitions. In three years, he basically didn't get many playing opportunities.

However, he did win two championship gold medals in the National High School League.

Under the leadership of him and legendary alumnus Chu Zihang, who scored 62 points together, Shilan Middle School won the National High School League Championship for two consecutive years.

Chu Zihang averages 60 points per game and Jiang Xun averages 2 points per game.

However, since Chu Zihang graduated, Shilan Middle School has changed from a strong contender for the championship to a weak team.

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The No. [-] Middle School in the same city as Shilan Middle School was originally a strong sports school, which has sent a large number of outstanding players to CUBA.

But during the three years when the devil Chu Zihang ruled the high school league, they were always suppressed and unable to hold their heads up.

Now the great devil Chu Zihang has flown to study abroad in the evil United States to harm the ignorant college students there.

Their third middle school is finally standing up!
Although they still failed to win the national championship, they felt a great sense of accomplishment by defeating the three-time champion Shelan Middle School in the municipal competition.

Moreover, the girls from such aristocratic schools as Shilan Middle School are all charming, which made the players of the No. [-] middle school team extremely excited when they learned that they were going to play a friendly match with Shilan Middle School.

Under the leadership of the coach, the men of the No. [-] Middle School team sat on the school bus sharpening their knives and going to Shilan, preparing to show the beautiful girls of Shilan Middle School what a real man is.

Then 5 minutes after the game started, these real men from No. [-] Middle School were almost beaten to tears.

"Is this a fucking high school student?" The captain of the No. [-] Lieutenant Colonel's team couldn't help but cursed.

Will high school students take off from the free throw line and dunk while sitting and switching hands?
Even the champion of the NBA Slam Dunk Contest doesn’t know how to dunk!
Can high school students do an over-the-frame tomahawk chop?

Basketball Emperor James can't jump as high as you!

Can high school students perform a 720-degree spiral dunk under the basket?
Is this TM still human?

The captain of the No. [-] Middle School team felt that his outlook on life had been impacted.

Three years, three whole years, after finally sending away the great devil Chu Zihang, an even more terrifying flying devil Jiang Xun came.

What makes him even more heartbroken is that the super invincible and beautiful mixed-race cheerleader of Shilan Middle School is giving water and wiping sweat to Jiang Xun, who just slapped a fucking basketball dream pinboard hat. , extremely gentle.

The face of the captain of the third squadron, which is 10 years older than the average high school student, has aged another 10 years.

It was obviously me who was being taken advantage of, and I also wanted the comfort of a beautiful mixed-race girl. The [-]-pound dark, muscular man burst into tears with a cry of "Wow."

(End of this chapter)