After much deliberation, Shen Jiao could only stand on one leg like a golden rooster.
After the left foot was almost done heating, I switched to the right foot, treating both feet equally and heating them very evenly.
Fortunately, her skirt was long enough that no one noticed her little actions.
Shen Jiao rolled up her sleeve and wiped away her sweat. It was so hot, so incredibly hot, like a dog being sweltering.
Ji Yan looked at Shen Jiao strangely.
Not only was she not disgusted, she even used his sleeve to wipe her sweat?
How dare she?
Shen Jiao was so hot and dizzy that she couldn't tell whose sleeve she was holding.
However, I also feel that the fabric is too slippery, too waterproof, and doesn't absorb sweat.
She felt hot and her chest was tight. Why did she feel like she was the hottest person out of everyone?
The new hair that had finally grown on my head was almost withered from the sun.
I don't know what got into the tyrant, but instead of letting her lie comfortably on the soft chair, he suddenly wanted to drag her to the terrace to give orders about the state of the country.
You could understand if he thought he was optimistic about someone or wanted to cheer them on, but he didn't. He stood up just to mock people more effectively and directly.
Shen Jiao secretly switched to another foot; she had decided that she would get height-increasing insoles when she got back.
Ji Yan happened to glance at her just as she was changing her feet.
Shen Jiao's scalp tightened
Wait a minute, is the princess going to make her take off her shoes and socks and sit with him while he pontificates about the world?
She'll get burned into a tap dance pose!
Shen Jiao was filled with unease.
"How could you be so stupid?" Ji Yan frowned.
Shen Jiao was confused. Foolish?
Everyone says women are fickle, but why are men just as fickle?
One moment they were praising her for being smart, and now they're complaining that she's stupid?
Ha, men are all big pigs.
The Sword Saint of Qinglang covered his mouth and chuckled. Has His Majesty finally realized that the ground is too hot to walk on and is going to call his junior sister back to lie down?
I wonder which foolish disciple from the Sword Pavilion actually used iron to build a terrace!
In fact, not only Shen Jiao felt the heat on his feet, but Qinglang Sword Saint also felt the heat, but after all, he was the head of a pavilion, so he could endure the small difficulty.
Even if you can't help it, you have to pretend to be calm on the surface.
Who told him to be the head of the pavilion!
Ji Yan's expression was somewhat disdainful. "You still can't break it down after stepping on it so many times. You're so stupid."
Shen Jiao: "???"
What are you saying? I don't understand.
Qinglang Sword Saint: "!!!"
Explain yourself: which eye of yours saw that Junior Sister intended to collapse the terrace?
“Look closely at me.”
Shen Jiao looked at the tyrant's face, a face that even gods and men would be ashamed of, with her round, bright eyes.
Ji Yan raised her hand and placed it on her neck. "It's not my face that's being looked at, it's my feet."
Oh, why didn't you say so sooner?
Shen Jiao looked at his feet.
The tyrant's shoe landed, easily collapsing the solid terrace with a single kick.
As the terrace collapsed, Shen Jiao, who was completely unprepared, had no time to panic before being dragged back to the viewing platform by this tyrant who did not play by the rules.
The commotion was quite loud, and the scene suddenly fell silent, even the fighting on the stage stopped for a second.
Everyone turned around angrily, only to find that the troublemaker was actually the tyrant. Oh well, it's alright now.
He immediately resumed his expression of watching the spectacle, then turned back as if nothing had happened and continued watching the competition.
Clap if you want to clap, shout if you want to shout, and cheer if you want to cheer; no one will affect anyone else.
Shen Jiao: No? Everyone, has your tolerance level reached this point?
"Have you learned it?" Ji Yan asked, displeased that she was distracted, and pinched her cheek.
Shen Jiao looked completely bewildered. "What do you want to learn? Destroy buildings?"
She's not going to work for a demolition team or compete with Nanxiang excavators, so why is she learning this?
Ji Yan frowned and said fiercely, "Didn't you want to trample on the terrace?"
He had been watching her closely for a long time, giving her plenty of time to work her magic, but she still couldn't break it down!
When he was a teenager, he could tear down the mansions of those aristocratic dogs to pieces.
Shen Jiao remained silent.
Honestly, when an incredibly handsome man notices such a small detail, not to mention ordinary girls, even the most stoic woman would be deeply moved.
But what the hell are they paying attention to?
Shen Jiao: "Your Majesty, I do not wish to collapse the terrace."
Ji Yan had an expression that said, "No need to pretend anymore, I've seen right through you."
"I don't believe it. I just think it, why won't you admit it?"
Shen Jiao really wanted to scratch his face. "I just thought the ground was too hot to walk on!"
"If it's too hot to touch, you should step on it and break it down."
Ji Yan pulled her to sit on the soft chair, not finding anything wrong with his thinking.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Understood. The Ji Clan's rule: anything you don't like, destroy it.
The tyrant's hands couldn't stay idle; if he couldn't squeeze someone's neck, he'd squeeze...
Walnut.
Even the toughest walnut becomes like a potato chip in the hands of a tyrant, crunching away with great stress relief.
All the walnuts that had been kneaded were eaten by Shen Jiao.
Ji Yan was a man who would play with whatever he wanted to his heart's content, and before long, the walnuts had piled up into a small mountain.
Shen Jiao burped after eating, indicating that she didn't want to eat walnuts for the next three months.
"Why did you stop?" Ji Yan narrowed her eyes. "Didn't you want to eat?"
Shen Jiao: "..."
Don't try to shift the blame; it's obvious you wanted to play with it!
But we can't waste so many walnuts.
Shen Jiao had a sudden flash of inspiration, and the sunflower seed eating group suddenly turned into the walnut-flaunting group.
Li Wanglai: This is a walnut of honor made by His Majesty. Keep it as a family heirloom.
Liang Heng: I'd rather eat watermelon than flaunt walnuts.
Gu An: I'd rather eat sunflower seeds than show off walnuts.
...
Meanwhile, on the competition stage.
The teammates in the top student group got beaten up and were left with bruises and swelling, crying and laughing at the same time.
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