Phoenix against the sky

Chapter 536 Deliberately embarrassing (4)

"That's good, worry me to death."

"Tch, there is nothing to worry about. It would be better if you don't come. Aren't you stupid for having one more person and one more share?" Li Huanran saw the needle, afraid that others would not know his existence.

Yin Yin glanced at Li Yuran indifferently, but did not refute. There is something wrong with this man, isn't he?Yu'er was still worried when Yu'er didn't come, but now that Yu'er came, he found fault instead.

Yan Yuyu didn't pay attention to Li Yuran, but just glanced at him lightly.

"Fortunately, I have you this time. If I don't catch up, I'm afraid the old man will go crazy."

Yin Yin blinked, a little puzzled: "Didn't he also come?"

Yan Yuyu's eyes flickered, and he shrugged, without explaining the reason.

Li Yuran at the side was a little unhappy, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

Yan Yanyu glanced at him sideways, and asked doubtfully, "Do we know each other?"

"You!" Li Sorrow almost didn't come out in one breath, turned his face back with backbone, he made a decision!Stop talking to this woman!
The corners of Yin Yin's mouth twitched, and she hid her smile: "You don't even know, he was worried when you didn't come, does he like you?"

Li Sorrow's ears stretched out, all his attention was focused here, waiting to hear what Yan Yuyu had to say.

"Since everyone has no doubts, this round of competition will begin immediately."

While Li Sorrow was waiting for the answer, Yu Lao's voice came from beside his ear, and Li Sorrow patted his depressed heart, it seemed that there was no answer.

Sure enough, Yan Yanyu only told Yin Yin not to think about these unnutritious things, and then bowed her head and prepared.

On the other side, the disciples who were waiting to burn incense heard the sound and lit a stick of incense that was as thick as a finger.

Although Yan Yuyu lowered his head, he didn't recognize the medicinal ingredients. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched the man in black who was always on his left.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity was by no means accidental, they had definitely met each other before.

The other party was also very sensitive, as if he could sense Yan Yanyu's gaze, he raised his head and nodded slightly, and greeted him friendly: "Hello, my name is Qilin."

Yan Yanyu frowned, nodded slightly, and turned her gaze back to her desktop without making a sound.

There was a faint smile in Qi Lin's eyes, and he didn't care about Yan Yanyu's indifference. For him, being able to stand together like this was his only wish after that time.

Except for Yan Yanyu, the nine contestants did not start writing. Everyone else was thinking, picking up the medicinal materials and placing them on the tip of their noses to carefully identify them. Even Qilin was not slack.

The scene was unexpectedly quiet, with only the sound of the brush falling on the white paper. Because it is a special ink, it only appears when it is first written, and disappears later. This actually tested their memory in disguise.

At the beginning, everyone went very smoothly, and basically never put down the pen. It was not until half of the stick of incense was burned that a trace of uncertainty appeared on the surface. Every time I wrote a pen, I had to think twice before I even tasted the ingredients in the medicinal materials. And the taste, whether it is familiar to me or not, this will slow down the speed.

The spectators didn't notice this in their eyes, but looked at Yan Weiyu who hadn't moved in puzzlement.

I saw Yan Yuyu holding a brush in his hand, with his eyes closed.

So people thought that she didn't understand, maybe she was afraid, all kinds of conjectures were circling in everyone's minds, and when there were too many guesses, everyone started to talk aloud.

The originally quiet arena where even the sound of pens being written suddenly started to be discussed again, not to mention the reference seats and elder seats, even the contestants felt that something was wrong and began to look for the reason.

"Contestant No. 67, why didn't you write?" Shui Sheng asked with displeasure.

(End of this chapter)