I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 2 Hey, Sword Qi! (Newcomers and new books ask readers to support and vote)

Deng Ya let out a breath, and she vaguely noticed that the breath of her student had undergone some subtle changes the moment she held the branch.

"Don't be too nervous, just treat it as a surprise exam."

Without waiting for Fang Qingran to reply, she moved her body on her own.

"While waiting for you, more than two hours have passed here, and only one person passed by, so don't worry about disturbing others.

You just let it go. "

"Uh...Teacher Deng, I think the point may not be here..."

Fang Qingran helplessly supported his forehead.

"Where is that?"

Deng Ya raised her eyebrows.

Suddenly, bursts of hearty laughter echoed at the blue-painted door:
"Are you afraid that if I hit you too hard and hurt you, it will affect the class adjustment test next week?

Don't worry, I know enough, I will never use extraordinary power, I will suppress it to the same level as yours. "

Lifting the wooden branch and pointing at Fang Qingran, the smile on her face gradually disappeared and turned into a majestic and cold face:
"Fang Qingran, you don't want to fall from the ordinary class after tomorrow's class adjustment test.

Then get motivated and let me see your strength.

On the real battlefield, we can't change the gaps brought about by weapons, tactics, abilities, and even the extraordinary level, but we can do something.

That is, decide whether you have done your best every time. "

It's burning up!

Fang Qingran's little heart was pounding.

He was convinced that this was the effect of Mr. Deng's ability.

Ability - Encouragement: Can rely on the appeal of language to slightly increase the fighting spirit of the listener.

However, according to the gossip, when it is activated, it will more or less produce an intelligence-reducing effect, so the rating of this ability is not high.

"It seems that there is no way to hide..."

Pressing five fingers on the bottom of the wooden branch one by one, feeling the slightly rough touch, Fang Qingran stared deeply at the sassy woman in front of her eyes.

Swish!
The front ends of the two wooden branches intersected in mid-air, and the little bird that was about to fly down from the eaves made a series of chirping sounds and fluttered its wings in shock.

"Not bad, tell the teacher honestly, did you secretly go to a cram school to study in secret?"

Standing horizontally against the slashing momentum, Deng Ya's expression showed a hint of surprise visible to the naked eye.

Now, it is the third year of high school, and having been Fang Qingran's class teacher for more than two years, she knows her student's martial arts level very well.

The swordsmanship, which was a little unfamiliar last week, actually made her feel a little sophistication in this short confrontation.

Not only that, but the strength of the opponent has obviously increased compared to before.

Soon, all the doubts turned into a touch of heartfelt joy.

For her, teaching every student is equivalent to her child. How can parents not feel relieved that the child has grown up?
In the past, when the class adjustment battle was approaching every two months, she would always go to the home of the students in the class who had made slow progress in martial arts in her spare time to conduct a "surprise test".

It can also be called a temporary cramming to help students at the end.

All she can do is this.

As for whether students can take advantage of this opportunity to make a difference in the class adjustment test, it can only be determined by the individual.

She had a deep impression of the student named Fang Qingran in front of her.

No way, his father is too famous.

The most influential star of the year was not as famous as his father's finger.

However, over the past few years, the original popularity has dropped a lot.

The world is changing with each passing day. Unless it is something that affects oneself, most people's relevant memories usually do not exceed three days.

"Such a father at the stall has been kept in the dark for so many years, oh..."

With a low sigh, Deng Ya restrained her divergent thoughts, branched left and right, and occasionally picked the right time to stab back with the sword.

Suddenly, she turned sideways suddenly, and a strand of soft hair fell from her left temple.

"This kid... is still consciously imitating and learning my swordsmanship while fighting?"

After a thrilling blow, she showed seriousness for the first time between her brows.

Fang Qingran, who was opposite her, didn't pay attention to the teacher's emotional changes. He put aside all distracting thoughts and immersed himself in the study of kendo.

It wasn't until he inadvertently cut off a strand of teacher's hair that he suddenly woke up.

"I have mastered all the basic sword skills taught by the teacher..."

After reminiscing about it, Fang Qingran felt an irresistible surprise in his heart.

You know, just half a day ago, his understanding of kendo was better than that of a layman, and he was barely at the level of beginners.

But it's only been a long time since the battle, and his business level has skyrocketed.

Horror!
"It's not just the effect of swordsmanship +1, I'm afraid I can improve so fast, it's more because when I hold the wooden branch, the attributes I get improve my understanding!"

Fang Qingran realized this, and without Deng Ya's encouragement, his desire to fight rose steadily.

He wants to use this improvement in understanding to maximize the benefits of the battle!

He wants to steal a teacher!

study hard, improve every day!
There is hope for the class adjustment test next week!

Just thinking about it, Fang Qingran's whole body was full of vigor, and a wooden branch moved like the wind, which really showed a bit of swordsman's demeanor.

Stabbing, splitting, teasing, hanging, pointing, clouding, collapsing, cutting...

In Fang Qingran's hands, Fang Qingran's mediocre basic swordsmanship erupted with far beyond ordinary power, sweeping away the dirt and dust on the ground with one blow, and arousing a circle of air waves visible to the naked eye.

With the help of the raised dust as a cover, he rubbed his body and rushed closer, turned around to avoid the sudden attack from Deng Ya's slanting stab, and the branch in his palm fell along the trunk of the opponent's branch.

Seeing that Fang Qingran's attack was about to be slashed, Deng Ya grinned slightly, seeing the boy's small movements out of the corner of her eye, she was immediately delighted.

"This little guy, still want to grab my weapon?"

Up to now, she has basically confirmed that unless Fang Qingran ate his stomach badly before the class adjustment test, passed out, his limbs were numb, and his kidneys were weak, otherwise, he would basically not fall into the bottom.

It can even surpass the highest ranking in the previous assessment, and rush into the top of the class in one breath.

"Could it be that you were afraid of falling in class and suddenly opened up?

Human potential is really forced out! "

I don't know what she thought of, Deng Ya's thoughts moved, and the speed of the dust around her body suddenly slowed down, as if she was stuck in a quagmire.

That's just right, take this opportunity today to try his upper limit, so that the teacher can have a bottom line in my heart.

When her eyes were fixed, the oppressive force suddenly rose several levels, and the invisible aura came out through her body, as if there were wolves howling and tigers roaring in the dark.

Fang Qingran's breath was suffocated by the sudden, cold and biting malice. He didn't have time to carefully read the information that appeared in his mind after touching the branch in Mr. Deng's hand, and swung out purely out of survival instinct.

The sword aura with a blue-grey color circulating in the transparency shoots out from the half of the wooden branch, blowing away dust and broken leaves along the way, and the weather...is completely clear.

[Harvest weapon successfully, attribute sword energy +1]

(End of this chapter)