Chapter 210

"What are you afraid of?"

I bent over and didn't do it.

Just stretched out her hand to tidy up her slightly crooked collar.

Xia Qinghe's body is very tight, his neck is stretched in an arc, and he has been looking at me vigilantly.

Had it not been for the strong chair, she would have landed on the back of her head and fell to the ground according to the strength of her sudden avoidance.

"You...!"

Xia Qinghe looked up at me, almost gnashing his teeth.

It's rare for her to put down her hypocritical expression and show her original appearance.

Disgust, jealousy, and other negative emotions.

It's always bad.

"Don't you feel bored learning from other pupils to play such tricks?"

Instead of straightening up, I whispered in her ear.

He raised his red lips and said with a sneer.

Originally, I thought she could cultivate to some extent, but I didn't expect that what she practiced was only superficial work. The means of taking action was still so out of the table.

"Am I wrong?"

Xia Qinghe obviously didn't get angry. He still leaned back, grabbed the handrail, looked up and said coldly.

The sound is neither high nor low, but it can be heard by the people around it.

It's just that the voice, she didn't control the strength, a little sharp.

Slightly harsh.

Such a sound provoked all the eyes around.

In just a few seconds, my side became the focus.

I didn't care. I just looked at her reaction with a smile.

She always pays so much attention to her identity. I'll see how she will react to the mistakes caused by her sharp voice just now.

I didn't get up, but she gritted her teeth, hooked her heels and dragged the chair back a few times.

With her body and the chair, it is a certain distance from me.

For a moment, the rejection and disgust that flashed in Xia Qinghe's eyes just now disappeared, replaced by worry and complaint.

Xia Qinghe's voice became a little concerned. It seemed that he was genuinely worried and angry about my situation. It seemed that the sharp voice just now was just because he hated iron but not steel.

"I told you before. Since it's not uncle nine, it's just a fake referee. Don't really worship any master. It's better to wait for me to find you a better one. Now you don't listen. Have a look."

She got up, looked at me and said.

Everything inside and outside seems to be regret and concern.

Her dress and dress are green and unsophisticated, but her eyes are not as clean and clear as those of students. It is more like being polished by the society.

It has to be said that many times, even this ridiculous means will play a big role.

At least after her deliberate words, the discussion around her was really louder than just now.

Rao is a contestant, many of whom I don't know, but there are always a few who look familiar. They competed with me last time.

Xia Qinghe brought up the rhythm, and the people who knew also whispered.

Even look into my eyes, with a little pity.

It seems pity that I didn't get the appreciation of the real ninth uncle. Instead, I wronged myself to find a fake.

"But he didn't say he was the ninth uncle from the beginning, and how do you know his ability is not good? How to say, you've never received professional training, you can't see good or bad, and you can't blame you."

Instead of laughing angrily, I hooked my lips and said, "after all, I don't have the corresponding knowledge. It's not your problem to comment on the simplicity of things, and I'm very satisfied with this master, and I don't intend to change it."

For her sharp ridicule, I was just a plain response.

There's really no anger.

Between Xia Qinghe and me, it's basically a tug of war between you and me. Either she presses step by step or I deliberately ridicule.

It's like fire and water. As long as we collide, there will never be any good results.

There are a lot of dirty things between me and her, but it doesn't mean I'm willing to involve individuals, and I can't listen to what she said.

My master, in addition to being unknown and relatively low-key, his own ability and talent alone are enough to crush the current popular designers.

Rao was just a temporary intention to accept an apprentice, but he was really interested in me. Even if he didn't show up and teach me personally, I benefited a lot from the books and materials he gave me.

Those materials are not available on the market.

No matter what the reason is, I can't listen to such words, especially this ridicule, which makes my already depressed anger rise a few points.

Xia Qinghe, but he refused to stop for a moment.

"If you like it, but if there is a better teacher to teach you, it must be better than now. I just care about you. If you are humiliated because of this master, I don't think it's worth it for you."

There was a mystery in every word she said.

It sounds like I sincerely defend my grievances, but it always means more when it falls in other people's ears.

For example, it will make more people focus on me as a master.

There were more whispers around than just now, but there was no less sight on my side. I glanced and probably saw it clearly.

In those lines of sight, they are basically watching the excitement, and a few are compassionate.

It seems that I pity my bad luck. Instead of choosing the serious ninth uncle, I found a fake.

Even if I made it clear just now and even explained that even though my master is not famous, he has never done anything disrespectful to pretend to be others, but still few people listen.

People only like to listen selectively to what they want to hear and what they are interested in.

Few people care what the truth is.

"Forget it, you have your own ideas, and I won't say much about the rest. If you need me in the future, I'll introduce you to a good teacher. Although it's not as good as Uncle nine, it's not so bad."

Before leaving, Xia Qinghe didn't forget to respond to me.

In my eyes, this pretended innocent look is just incomparable hypocrisy, and even I can't help but want to tear off her fake face directly‘

But this kind of emotion was only for a moment. My publicized red lips raised an arc, looked at her, and said in a sarcastic whisper: "it's not time for you to come out for me."