Chapter 105 It's Not Human
Qin Siyu also regarded Lan Yancheng as her male god, mainly because she was so ordinary-looking that she didn't even have the capital to attract a male god.

Hey, inferiority complex.

Lan Yancheng passed by in a military posture, his posture was straight, as straight as a javelin.

Two slender long legs, every step is like a fairy, as if you feel ashamed even if you take a second look, your own elephant legs.

Lan Yancheng's eyes are amber, the bridge of his nose is high, and his facial features are three-dimensional, like a Chinese-English mixed race, but not.

The male god got closer and closer, Qin Siyu's heart was beating like thunder, and he clenched his fists tightly to cheer himself up. He must say a word to the banquet instructor, even a single word.

It's just that the instructor Yan's aura was too strong, and Qin Siyu was made very nervous by the huge sense of oppression.

My palms are sweating.

In the end, with all her might, she stammered hello to Lan Yancheng, "The male god... oh no, the banquet male god, hello Yan, instructor Yan..."

Lan Yancheng didn't squint, his eyes were full of coldness, as if the whole world was under his feet, and no one was worthy of him to take a second look, he walked past Qin Siyu.

Even the cool breeze brought by it is so noble and awe-inspiring, it is incomparable.

Crazy, cold, domineering, noble.

These are all the words Qin Siyu can think of, and they are not enough to describe this man.

He is different from those military training instructors in the past, as if he is a god-like existence that they can't even touch a corner of their clothes.

Being ignored, Qin Siyu felt sad for a while.

Forget it, anyway, since she was a child, she has been the one ignored, and she is used to it.

However, the man's figure that was originally staggered from her suddenly stopped.

His cold lips parted slightly, "What's your name?"

Qin Siyu was stunned, opened his mouth, and became nervous again, like a primary school student who is afraid of the teacher, he replied politely and respectfully, "I, my name is Qin Siyu."

Lan Yancheng raised his eyebrows, both cold and wicked, "Well, Qin Siyu, right? Do five hundred sit-ups."

"what???"

Qin Siyu was stunned, completely unaware of what was going on.

But she had to carry out the instructor's order.

It seems that his words are the imperial decree, those who disobey will be killed!

"Did I make a mistake? Why didn't I know!" Five hundred sit-ups is really fatal. For a dead house and a foodie, it is really going to kill half of his life.

But the man's ruthless gaze made her tremble with fear, and she didn't dare to ask any more.

Lan Yancheng is not a ruthless person, but he has always been a principled person. As long as you repeat what he said, you will ignore it and you will naturally be punished.

"I just remembered that I said that apart from the title of Yan instructor, no other titles are allowed to exist. You committed the crime knowingly."

In a word, life and death are fixed, and she has no chance to argue.

Qin Siyu honestly started doing sit-ups without any love. It seems that she will lose ninety catties in just a few days instead of waiting a month!

Devil training!
……

Originally, Xia Xixi and Yang Siqin were learning how to pitch a tent, when they suddenly heard some people arguing about something.

She walked out with Yang Siqin, and saw everyone watching Qin Siyu doing sit-ups, a hundred.

For a dead house that seldom exercises, five hundred will really die.

Everyone asked why, only to find out that the banquet instructor was punishing Qin Siyu for knowingly committing a crime. Everyone started to mutter, what should I do if the male god is too cold-blooded?
(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like