Half of the root is on the top, half of it is on the bottom, and the middle part is in the table.
There were even sawdust falling one after another.
""
The entire cafeteria fell silent for an instant, as if all the noise had been taken away by this chopstick.
Jiang Ran has been paying attention to Ying Zijin all the time, so it is impossible not to miss it.
He loosened his hand unconsciously, and the tray he was holding fell off with a bang.
The food on the plate poured over the younger brother.
The little brother didn't bark this time, because people are already stupid.
Not only was he stupid, but all the students who saw this scene were also stupid.
It's like hell.
Zhong Zhiwan looked at the chopsticks that were only half an inch away from her dinner plate, and her mind was buzzing: ""
She looked at Ying Zijin in disbelief, her lips trembling.
? If the chopsticks flew a little bit off, it would not be inserted into the table, but
Zhong Zhiwan didn't dare to think about it at all, the school uniform was completely soaked in cold sweat, and his breathing was disordered.
Her body was trembling constantly, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
The girl next to her was also very frightened, and tugged on Zhong Zhiwan's sleeve.
No one saw how the chopstick flew out of the girl's hand.
But it doesn't matter.
The important thing is, how did Ying Zijin insert a wooden chopstick into the table?
The cafeteria was still dead silent, and all eyes were on the girl.
Ying Zijin took another pair of chopsticks and found a seat by the window to sit down.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ran swept his eyes and sneered, "Haven't seen enough? Shall I help you dig out your eyes and stick them in front of you?"
The students immediately withdrew their gazes and began to gorge themselves on eating.
Jiang Ran raised his chin, finally feeling better.
It seems that his majesty as a school bully is still there.
Xiu Yu took a bite of the apple and sat down.
It seemed that she hadn't recovered, and after a few seconds, she said in a difficult voice: "Father Ying, you just"
"It's nothing." Ying Zijin picked up the vegetables with chopsticks, and said lightly, "I forgot to pull back."
The hand is too strong, she needs to change it.
Xiu Yu instantly felt that the apple in his mouth was tasteless.
Forgetting to pull back, he inserted a chopstick into the table.
If you really worked hard, it would be easy to break a hammer, right?
She suddenly felt a little scared.
Xiu Yu looked at the girl thoughtfully.
Those who can exert their strength to this level, even if they are not orthodox ancient warriors, will still have something to do with ancient warriors.
But after the arrival of the 21st century, ancient warriors rarely appeared.
Xiu Yu didn't know if it was related to the rapid development of technology.
The several ancient martial arts families that once prospered in the imperial capital have basically all retired.
Jiang Ran can only be regarded as a beginner in ancient martial arts, not an ancient martial artist.
Because the method of cultivation is not appropriate, the inner strength in the body will be disordered, which will affect the temper and emotions, so it is necessary to assist with medicine.
There are too few real ancient warriors.
Not everyone can enter the ancient martial arts world, and it is even more mysterious than the ancient medical world.
Xiu Yu can be sure that their father Ying must have something to do with Gu Wu.
Maybe there is a master from the ancient martial arts world.
But she didn't ask either.
As long as she sees Jiang Ran deflated, she will be very happy, and she can chat with sister Huaping.
Thinking of this, Xiu Yu regained his appetite and ate one more big apple.
**
Three thirty in the morning.
In the dead of night, not even the nightingale.
Fu Yun opened his eyes deeply, and woke up on the bed in the one-person apartment.
He lay in silence for five minutes before slowly getting up.
In a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes, there is a slight bloodshot.
He didn't know how many times he had this nightmare. Even after three years of deep hypnotherapy, he still couldn't escape this nightmare.
Every time I close my eyes, there is blood.
Explosions, gunshots, and shouts linger in my ears.
It is also the past that he cannot escape.
Fu Yunshen poured a glass of water and walked to the balcony.
In the distance are brightly lit buildings, and the city of Shanghai has always been a city that never sleeps.
&nbnbsp; This is why Qingzhihui hired He Xun at a high price.
Because of He Xun, Qingzhi has the qualifications to go to Norton University.
Even if only one student enters Norton University, Qingzhi will immediately rank among the top high schools in the world.
In He Xun's hands, there are a total of three interview qualifications.
Although there are very few, the principal is already very satisfied.
"I thought about it for a while, so." The principal thought for a moment, and said, "Two interview qualifications are reserved for the international class, and the remaining one is for the first grade. Teacher He, what do you think?"
"The principal's decision is naturally very good." He Xun had no objection, "But Norton University doesn't just look at grades."
In fact, he is not very clear, after all, his academy only has a D-level.
According to his tutor, the students of the S-level college are the real students of Norton University.
If he asks, his mentor will say that this is a secret, and he is not qualified to know it.
He Xun still doesn't know what level he has reached to be able to enter the S-level academy.
"That's it." The principal nodded, "I remember, Mr. He knows someone from the Ozhou Royal Academy of Art."
He Xun understood: "When the principal asked me to go to Norton University, those top students in the art class of the third year of high school?"
"Not bad." The principal said, "But you may need to bring another one. Student Ying Zijin has done very well in this art festival. I think she can try it."
The Royal European Academy of Art is also a top university in the world.
He wants every student to have the best future.
Without even thinking about it, He Xun refused, very coldly: "I'm sorry principal, I don't think it's necessary."
The Ozhou Royal Academy of Art also needs the results of culture courses, so what can you do if you go to Ying Zijin's level? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com