The clouds and rain have dispersed, and the meaning is still unfinished.

Zhao Wanqing looked at Ning Chen, who was lying beside him, slightly closed his eyes, reached out and pulled the sheet, and after simply covering his sweaty body, his little head gently cushioned his chest.

There was silence all around, and no one squeaked.

Zhao Wanqing enjoyed the current atmosphere very much, there was no disturbance, no other distractions, just lying together quietly, even if she didn't eat or drink for a day, she was willing.

Ning Chen spread out his five fingers and wantonly stirred Zhao Wanqing's jet-black hair, and suddenly, bursts of pungent aroma lingered throughout the bedroom, this smell was really addictive.

"Recently, the Go National Championship is about to start, and I don't know what ranking the representative team of the Academy of Fine Arts will get in the end?" After Zhao Wanqing opened her mouth to chat, she mentioned this matter.

Then he raised his head, his index finger was on the edge of Ning Chen's chin, slowly rubbing, and in his eyes, there was stubbornness, joy, and happiness while sighing at the creation of fate.

When she was completely determined to study Go, she was attracted by the peerless chess saint in Yicheng.

Invincible one.

Sweep through all players in the city.

Even to this day, no one has been able to break the undefeated record with the ID name 'Ning Invincible'.

This legendary figure once became the undefeated god of war who firmly occupied Zhao Wanqing's heart, and he occasionally hallucinated at the beginning, when would he be able to meet his idol?

Even if he is in the center of attention, as long as he can let himself look at it from a distance, he will be satisfied.

Clinker, in the dark, God's will tricks, Zhao Wanqing not only saw the peerless chess saint she had been thinking about for a long time, but also developed a very good memory halfway, and finally relied on each other.

"That's good." Zhao Wanqing muttered, and couldn't help but rub her head against Ning Chen's chest.

Ning Chen was puzzled, "What's good?" ”

"I won't tell you." Zhao Wanqing rarely wrinkled her nose and said mischievously.

"Do you dare to tell me?"

Ning Chen pretended to be a villain and sneered, the five fingers of his right hand were separated by the sheet, groping all the way down, and after touching the target, he threatened Zhao Wanqing, "Believe it or not, let you kneel and beg for mercy?" ”

Zhao Wanqing's eyes panicked, accompanied by the twitching of her body, and immediately buried her face in Ning Chen's chest, without saying a word.

"Hey." Ning Chen suddenly sighed, "It's still unfinished." ”

Zhao Wanqing's little head lying on Ning Chen's chest did not lift it, but Ning Chen's seemingly lost words made Zhao Wanqing, who had always been smart, understand the meaning as soon as he heard it.

This guy is going to score a brace?!

"Are you okay?" Zhao Wanqing's head buried in Ning Chen's chest made a soft sound.

Ning Chen smiled, "Guess? ”

Then he turned over the passive, and knelt down like a wolf like a tiger to Zhao Wanqing, who was about to flee in the wilderness.

Zhao Wanqing was in a panic, and before she could react immediately, she was suddenly pushed up, her pupils widened, and she stared at Ning Chen with shame and anger on her face, "You...... You slow down. ”

Ning Chen smiled and said nothing, his heart moved at will, and he went on a rampage with one shot, which shocked Zhao Wanqing's hands straight, and he couldn't wait to slap Ning Chen who was riding on it.

In the end, I couldn't bear it.

Catered to your heart's content.

……

At noon the next day, Ning Chen and Zhao Wanqing returned to the Academy of Fine Arts together.

Although he didn't come out of the wall like last time, he was indeed in deficit, so that he was almost recognized by Zhao Wanqing in the dilemma, after all, he was a purebred man, and he could never be seen by a woman as a sign of weakness.

"I'll see you later." After Ning Chen got out of the car, he said goodbye to Zhao Wanqing.

Zhao Wanqing was in a hurry to go to class, so she didn't say anything, nodded, and drove to the parking lot.

When Ning Chen returned to his residence, Shen Jianjun had been waiting for a long time.

The two walked slowly, one after the other.

"Young marshal, Tie Lihua's side has almost taken over, people can be transferred in the next two days, and I will personally train this batch of teams when the time comes." Shen Jianjun reported.

I have to say that this young and strong man, who was the head of the white guard in the past, is really good at this, and it only took one day to deal with it.

"Remember, I want the aces, not the stragglers." Ning Chen asked.

"Understood." Shen Jianjun nodded solemnly, and then asked, "Young marshal, this team, how can you say that it should also have a number?" Can the young marshal settle down today? ”

The name of the white guard back then was given by Ning Chen himself.

Now that the second team is going to be pulled up, the number is naturally the first to be decided.

"Go and prepare the four treasures of the study, and I'll set the number." Ning Chen promised.

Shen Jianjun snapped his fingers and motioned to one of the white-clothed guards to immediately buy brushes, ink, brocade and other items.

Ning Chen moved his wrist as he walked, and quipped, "I haven't written calligraphy for a long time......"

His words were still taught by his father Ning Zhichuan, who was naughty at that time and didn't want to learn, and he was beaten by his father who had always spoiled him halfway.

Every time I do it, it hurts in the palm of my hand, but the other person is actually more distressed.

Half an hour later, the four treasures of the study were ready.

Red medicine grinds ink, and Nalan Guanyin watches.

There are also Chen Qingzhi, Hua Rong, Shen Jianjun, and Song Que nearby, all of whom are curious and waiting for the final number to be determined.

Ning Chen smiled slightly, picked up the brush, sat upright for a few breaths, and began to drop the first stroke, still vigorous and majestic.

"Iron?" Chen Qingzhi raised his eyebrows.

Subsequently, Hua Rong added, "Float? ”

Before the third word came out, Shen Jianjun's eyes lit up.

Then the four henchmen looked at each other a few times, looking happy.

Iron Float!

"This name is domineering, eight hundred floating slaughter out of Fengtian, once powerful, the horse stepped on the Forbidden Purple!" Chen Qingzhi rubbed his hands, and the hippie smiling face slapped the horse.

"It's hard work." Ning Chen put down the brush and rubbed the little head of the red medicine that had been seriously grinding the ink.

Red Medicine smiled sweetly and stepped aside.

Ning Chen moved his hands and quipped, "Actually, I still like Huang Cripple to study ink, every time he writes, he is the most excited, and his eyes are like seeing Huanghua's daughter." ”

Smile leisurely.

Ning Chen was puzzled, "Why haven't you seen the yellow cripple in the past few days?" Did you fall in love with a beautiful girl from another house, and you didn't bother to go back to my broken house? ”

It was a joke, but the atmosphere of the scene suddenly changed.

Chen Qingzhi and Hua Rong closed their mouths instantly.

"Huh?" Ning Chen's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, and his tone became heavy, "Where did the yellow cripple go?" ”

Chen Qingzhi's forehead was bruised, and finally his eyes looked at Nalan Guanyin like a help.

Ning Chen was furious, "I'm asking you, where do you look?" Again, where did the yellow cripple go? ”

The sound was broken.

Chen Qingzhi, Hua Rong, Shen Jianjun, and Song Que were all nervous, and finally they lined up with brushes, kneeling in front of Ning Chen, not daring to squeak.

Ning Chen's expression changed greatly, his five fingers were pinched, and his voice became hoarse, "Last time, where did the yellow cripple go?" ”

"Young marshal......" Chen Qingzhi raised his head, his tiger eyes were red, but he never dared to tell the truth.