Chapter 134 Perfumer, the pheromones on your body are too tempting
"Two contestants."
The referee stood in the middle of the field and said,
"Although the competition is a place for you to showcase your talents, remember that it's just a competition. When you're showing off your talents, remember that you're facing your classmates. Don't overdo it. Do you understand?"
Yan Maozhe said, "I understand."
Shi Can held the bamboo sword in his hand and said:
"I've already used this crap, do you think I understand?"
The referee ignored Shi Chan's taunting and announced:
"Well then, the first match of the 11th Four Schools League Official Tournament begins—"
After the start is announced, the referee leaves the field as quickly as possible.
Yan Maozhe took out four bottles of perfume from his bag, held them between his fingers, and threw them to the ground.
Shi Canyang held a bamboo sword in his hand, crouched down, took a few steps, and like a dragonfly skimming the water, he quickly and lightly flew across the arena and approached Yan Maozhe.
As the head demon of the headquarters, Shi Can is well-known, and his fighting skills are also known to others.
He is nearly invincible in close combat.
So, it's best not to let him get close to you.
Yan Maozhe stepped back.
Shi Can's hand on the knife shifted slightly, pointing the blade upwards to catch the falling perfume bottle. With a single flick, four bottles flew high into the air. Shi Can sheathed the knife, switching from a yang grip to a yin grip, and thrusting the handle forward, struck Yan Maozhe in the chest.
Yan Maozhe used his wrist to block the incoming bamboo sword handle.
Shi Can smiled, and his free left hand reached for the shoulder bag on Yan Maozhe's waist. Yan Maozhe reacted quickly, and after his right hand circled around Shi Can's left wrist, he was about to grab Shi Can's wrist.
At this time, Shi Can took a few steps back, raised his hand, and steadily caught the perfume bottle that fell from the air.
"Fuck, this is so cool!"
"Who said this four-school league was boring? It's not boring at all, okay?"
Shi Chan turned around, holding the perfume bottle between his five fingers, and waved to the audience.
"Pretend, keep pretending—"
Ye Yangjia crossed his arms, looked at Shi Can impatiently on the court, and said,
"When I saw him being so cocky, I wanted to beat him up."
"Come on, if you could beat him, you wouldn't be stuck eating sunflower seeds in the audience."
Gong Yongyuan handed over the caramel-flavored sunflower seeds he had just unpacked.
"And he's not showing off to you. The big devil is not friendly. He's obviously showing off to his girlfriend."
Lin Zhuyue, who was sitting in the front, also waved to Shi Can.
Master Shi on the field smiled even more brightly. He was such a cold and unruly devil, but now he smiled like a Samoyed and looked silly.
Meng Qi couldn't help but say, "Not very approachable, but a love-brained person."
"If someone jumps into the underworld to save me, I'll be in love too."
Gong Yongyuan sighed and said,
"It's a pity that I have a miserable life. I'm afraid I will never meet such a person in my life."
Ye Yangjia was silent for a moment and said:
"You're not in a situation where you need to be rescued, are you? You're quite cunning. What kind of old vixen could possibly plot against you?"
On the court, Shi Can's smile faded. Bathed in the sunlight, he seemed draped in a golden veil. He looked at Yan Maozhe with probing eyes, reassessing his opponent, with whom he had fought once before.
After a moment, Shi Chan asked, "Have you ever practiced Tai Chi?"
"When I was a kid living in mainland China, my grandmother would take me to morning exercises. Sometimes we would fan ourselves, sometimes dance, and sometimes we would do Tai Chi."
Yan Maozhe raised his hands and clasped his fists, saying,
"But I didn't fight much. I only have the form but not the spirit. Please forgive me for laughing."
"There's no need to be modest."
Shi Chan walked around the edge of the arena and said,
"If a person is too modest, his or her talents will be easily overlooked, which is not good for his or her future."
Yan Maozhe was very polite and humorous:
"It doesn't matter. If you can't be a spiritualist, you can always sell perfume."
"Although my girlfriend really likes the perfumes you make, wouldn't it be a waste of my talent if I really wanted to be a perfumer?"
Shi Can's left hand swept across the blade of the bamboo sword, and a layer of light purple light attached to the bamboo sword. The bamboo sword was far less sharp than the Lingwu Jueren, but Shi Can also found a way to use it with ease.
"Classmate Yan, I'm not polite--"
As he finished speaking, Shi Can had already approached Yan Maozhe.
The bamboo sword imbued with spiritual power could no longer be blocked by hand. Yan Maozhe dodged the bamboo sword sideways and opened a bottle of perfume.
The moment the bottle broke, white smoke filled the air. Hoarfrost, feeding on spiritual energy, instantly covered the blade of the bamboo sword, condensing into solid and heavy crystals. The bamboo sword, which was not light to begin with, became even heavier. Shi Can was strong enough to lift it, but using such a sword in battle was too much of a burden.
Shi Can thrust the knife directly into the arena.
He held the hilt of the knife with one hand and grabbed Yan Maozhe's arm with the other.
Yan Maozhe dodged quickly, but it was too late.
The people in the audience sighed.
A perfume maker is approached by a melee fighter. Even if the melee fighter has given up using a knife, one can imagine how dangerous the perfumer's situation is.
It's about to end...
But Shican missed.
Shi Chan lowered his head and stared at his hands in a daze.
After retreating to a safe distance, Yan Maozhe took the empty slender perfume bottle and slowly explained:
"My great-grandmother, my great-grandmother's mother, and my mother's mother were all witches who were skilled at using spices to cure people's illnesses. But in fact, spices can not only be used for healing, but also for poisoning. They can stimulate or inhibit the secretion of hormones in the body, cause hallucinations, and even cause people to fester and die in pain."
"For this competition, I've mixed a perfume. Besides freezing your spiritual energy, it also confuses your five senses. Right now, you can't see clearly, hear clearly, smell, or judge distances. Before long, your skin will begin to itch intensely, a sign of festering... Don't worry, I've already submitted the solution to the tournament staff. You can treat it as soon as you leave the arena, so it won't develop into a festering condition."
Shi Chan gripped the hilt of the knife with his left hand and closed his eyes.
He did not admit defeat, but asked Yan Maozhe:
"The perfumes you carry have quite a lot of side effects, right? What if you get infected?"
Yan Maozhe replied: "Leave the scene immediately and receive treatment."
Before he could finish his words, Shi Can once again raised his frosted bamboo sword and advanced towards him. He was certain that Shi Can's five senses were confused and his fighting ability would be reduced, so he did not retreat, but instead took a stance to fight back.
But just as he stretched out his hand, Shi Can grabbed his wrist with incredible precision. The frosted bamboo sword was reinserted into the arena. Shi Can used the bamboo sword as an axis, pulled Yan Maozhe around in a half circle, and threw him to the ground.
"Even if the five senses are gone, there's still the sixth sense. The five senses can be disrupted, but inspiration is hard to go wrong."
Shi Can grabbed Yan Maozhe's neck from behind, exhaled, and said,
"You either surrender, or I use a spell to explode all the perfume bottles on you. Choose one."
Yan Maozhe, who was lying face down on the field, raised his hands.
"Yan Maozhe admits defeat."
The referee returned to the field and said,
"Shi Chan wins—"
Shi Can drew his bamboo sword, shook off the frost on it, turned his back and walked off the stage. His five senses were confused, and he couldn't distinguish the steps to the bottom. He missed a step and almost fell flat on his face.
Lin Zhuyue in the audience stood up hurriedly and said:
"Don't move, just stay there—"
After saying that, she ran towards the contestant channel.
When Lin Zhuyue arrived at the edge of the competition field, Shi Can had already sat down on the small bench brought by the competition team and smelled the therapeutic perfume they handed over.
"It smells like lemongrass, the same as our mosquito repellent."
Shi Can waved to the right and said,
"Don't you like this smell? Come here and smell it."
Lin Zhuyue was silent for a moment, then said, "...I'm on your left."
Shi Can: “…………”
Lin Zhuyue walked over and grabbed Shi Can's hand.
Shi Can finally felt Lin Zhuyue's presence. He turned his head and buried it in Lin Zhuyue's arms, muffled and said:
"Does this antidote really work? I'm itchy all over. Don't move, let me smell it. I think the orange blossom-scented laundry detergent at home smells better than lemongrass... Why does it smell like barley?"
With his five senses confused, Shi Chan naturally took advantage of her.
Lin Zhuyue's body was soft and fragrant, especially her lower abdomen where his cheek was resting. It was soft and plump, and even through the autumn school uniform, he could still feel some of her body temperature.
It's a very happy feeling.
Shi Chan narrowed his eyes and rubbed it greedily.
"Hallucinations, the sense of smell will also be affected."
Yan Maozhe rubbed the bruises on his face and said,
"This itch will last for quite a while, about half a day. If you really can't stop, use a scratcher to scratch it. If you don't have one, you can borrow one from Feng Yuansi. He brought more than ten scratchers with him to Tiancheng."
Shi Chan asked, “Why does he need so many tickles?”
There would be no more matches on Court 1 today, so Yan Maozhe was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he sat on the sidelines and chatted with Shi Can:
"His cat bites when it's playing. Every time it's about to bite, he uses a scratcher to point at the cat. It's quite effective, so he buys it whenever he sees one. Last time I went to Guangdong, there were scratchers at the market. Three for ten yuan, and he bought six."
Lin Zhuyue poked Shi Can's hair with her finger and said:
"No need to borrow it. I have a scratcher in my dorm. Just walk to the dorm building when you go back later."
Yan Maozhe sat on the sidelines and asked:
"Hey, big devil, how come you're so strong? Even if you're using someone's opponent's force to counter you, your strength is ridiculous. You throw me like I'm a chicken. How did you train that?"
Shi Chan said, "I take multivitamin tablets every day."
Yan Maozhe asked, "Which brand?"
Lin Zhuyue curled the corner of his mouth:
What the hell are you eating these multivitamin tablets? Shi Can is a food-nourishing person and doesn't rely on nutritional supplements to strengthen his body. This guy probably holds a grudge against Yan Maozhe, so he treats him like a Japanese.
After more than ten minutes, Shican still felt itchy, but his five senses had basically returned to normal.
"Still can't see clearly?"
Lin Zhuyue opened the passenger door and said,
"Get in the car, keep your head down, don't hit your head... What did you eat to grow so tall?"
Shi Chan replied, "Multidimensional elemental tablets."
Lin Zhuyue: "..."
Shi Can sat in the passenger seat and reached for the seat belt. But he wanted to tease Lin Zhuyue again, so he pretended to be dazed and said:
"Come closer and I'll tell you quietly."
Lin Zhuyue refused to accept the challenge:
"And then you took the opportunity to bite my face, right?"
Shi Can was surprised and asked, “How did you know?”
Lin Zhuyue asked: "Do you think you still have any credibility with me?"
"My dear lady, the smell of the Dabao SOD honey on your face is simply the pheromone of a top-tier omega. It's so tempting. Please, give me a kiss."
Shi Can pulled Lin Zhuyue and said,
"After the kiss, I'll buy you winter plums."
Lin Zhuyue: "..."
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