Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 112 Do you believe in miracles?
She was not angry, Jin Shi woke up and this guy was clearly trying to imitate her on purpose!
If there was anger in Xing's eyes, she said coldly: "Jin Shixing, you—"

"I?"

"you--"

"I?!"

Xu Zizhu's hands hanging by her legs were suddenly clenched.

This guy not only imitated her, but also interrupted her on purpose, it's just hateful!
"I heard that Ms. Xu is a fairy-like figure, but why she stutters when she speaks, you should speak well!"

Jin Shixing tilted his head and stretched out his little finger complacently to pick his ears.

"Wake up at Jinshi, I—"

"you?"

"I--"

"you?!"

"..."

Xu Zizhu clenched her hands more and more tightly.

On the back of the fair hand, bulging veins were faintly visible.

Jin Shixing lazily picked up a pinch of incense powder and sprinkled it into the incense burner casually, "Miss Xu, why are you being polite to me? Just speak up if you have something to say, and I didn't gag your mouth with a rag."

As the incense powder is put into the furnace, green smoke rises upwards.

Jin Shixing's two small pavilions are more majestic and lifelike.

Xu Zizhu got angry, seeing that the other party seemed to be overwhelming her in the incense path, so she stopped arguing with him and only concentrated on carving the incense mist on her side.

The small pavilion has already taken shape, it is impossible to surpass Jin Shixing in size.

Well, only wins in terms of sophistication.

This room is where a scholar meets a soldier, and the reason is unclear.

On the other hand, Su Jiu is leisurely.

She thought she would have stage fright, but she didn't.

Just like the well-thought-out story told by the little brother, she observed the peony every day for the past seven days until late at night.

She remembers how a peony blooms from flower bud to full bloom, and how each petal unfolds!
Inside the azure ceramic incense burner, green smoke curled up.

But it is not in a straight line, but like the mist and rain across the river, it rises from the carved furnace cover, and gradually gathers in the midair to form a large and auspicious fragrant mist.

"What is this for? The incense mist has dispersed, how can it condense into something?"

Surprised murmurs came from all directions.

Even on the judging platform, there were surprised and uncertain eyes.

"Could it be that this little baby thinks that winning the championship is hopeless, so he just gave up on himself?" Hua Lao sneered, "If I had known this, I might as well have called my useless grandson to play. At least, it wouldn't be so embarrassing!"

Zhong Youhui smiled, "Students are young, so naturally they can't compare to Ms. Xu's outstanding talent. I heard that Ms. Xu once studied under Hua Lao, so it can be seen that Hua Lao taught her well. She won, and Hua Lao is also very respectable."

In the school grounds, even Xu Zizhu couldn't help but pay attention to Su Jiu from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the cloud of misty fragrance in mid-air, she bent her lips and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid Jinling Academy is crazy. Letting someone of this level share the stage with me is clearly an insult to my name."

The little girl who was watched and discussed by everyone seems to have entered a state of ecstasy.

There was always a sweet smile on her lips, deep dimples on her cheeks, and her slender hands calmly added powder into the incense burner.

Surrounded by fragrant mist, it is reflecting the sunshine of late spring.

She was like a child in the Penglai Fairy Mountain, as she casually brushed across the air, the fragrant mist instantly condensed into a petal shape.

Pieces of petals are formed in mid-air.

If they have life, they will gradually gather and embrace each other to form flower buds.

The suspicious noises around gradually subsided into silence.

They stared blankly at the school grounds, only to see the calm and elegant child raised his face and blew on the flower bone.

On the sidelines of the school.

Xie Rongjing hugged the takraw ball, Danfeng's eyes were filled with shock, and he said:
"Xiao Huaijin, do you believe in miracles?"

(End of this chapter)