"Snapped!"

A thick palm appeared silently from behind Ye Minglu and slapped him hard on the back with lightning speed.

"Hey, Naru, what are you thinking about?"

The sudden "attack" from behind immediately pulled Ye Minglu back from his distant thoughts.

"Uh, it's nothing." Ye Minglu turned around and saw that it was his best friend Modi.

Looking at the whole school, except Modi, there seems to be no other person who dares to photograph him and speak in this tone.

Modi is about the same height and build as Ye Ming Lu. What is different from Ye Ming Lu's black hanging hair is his handsome face, clear eyebrows and handsome features, a tall nose, and a golden-orange medium-short bangs hairstyle. Overall, he looks like

Mixed race.

When we were at the same table before, Ye Minglu curiously asked him if he was a foreigner. Modi replied angrily that his mother was British and his father met and fell in love with her while working abroad. Due to her genetic

The problem is, my hair is inherited from my mother’s genes.

Every time I meet different people, I ask him this question countless times, and he answers it countless times, which makes me very annoyed.

The most peculiar thing is his pair of blue eyes. If you look closely, you can see that the blue eyes are flashing with blue light. It is suitable to call them evil eyes. However, although the flash of the eyes is weird, it has no effect. It is scary at most. Overall, it looks more attractive.

Girls favor it.

"I saw you were in a daze for a long time. Did you fall in love with a girl in the class outside the sports field? Come on, tell me who it is, and I will give you some advice and make sure you get it!" Modi stretched his neck, his evil eyes green.

Hitomi was like a scanning gun with a hidden blue light, scanning all the female students in the sports field below.

"Do you think I am you? You spend all day hanging out with girls, why don't you find one seriously? However, it's rare for you to pick up girls nowadays. Have you met your true love?"

Modi, known as the "Girl Killer", has picked up girls more than half the time since his sophomore year in high school.

Ye Minglu only knew that Modi, who was fearless, was actually afraid of the female student who suddenly transferred to another school this semester. The relationship between the two seemed to be very close. Modi's behavior had improved a lot. It was probably because of the female transfer student.

Credit.

At least Modi will no longer attack female students of all grades too many times. Although his mouth is still joking as usual, there is no action.

"Hey, there is nothing I can do. I am a good young man. I want to carry forward the fine style of the Chinese nation and become a useful talent to society." Modi rubbed his waist with his left hand and made a "yes" gesture with his right hand and smiled mischievously.

"Come on, but you are indeed one of the three 'good' young people. You have fun, gambling, and prostitution!" Ye Minglu added without hesitation.

"I tolerated the first two hobbies, but this prostitute has wronged me to death. I have never been in or out of romantic places. All the girls I have come into contact with have been with me as my girlfriend. You can eat as much as you like, but you can't talk.

Don’t talk nonsense.”

"There's not much difference in my eyes."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Why are you listless when you have nothing to do? Is it because I didn't help you in the fight yesterday?"

Modi sat down on the desk at Yeming Road and asked with concern.

"No, I cleaned them up in a few times. I was thinking that I'd better throw away those challenge letters in the future. It's really a waste of time to pay attention to them!"

Ye Minglu originally wanted to talk about what happened yesterday, but he forgot about it. Since Emily had left, there was not much chance of meeting her. They were just passing by, so there was no point in telling him.

"That's it, it's okay. I'll help you deal with the garbage in the future, as long as you cook to reward me." Modi patted his chest and said confidently.

"What I cooked tasted terrible."

"You won't die if you eat it!"

"It's hard for you to tell whether others can eat it to death."

"It seems that he didn't die from bad food, but you were poisoned. Ming Lu, by the way, the summer vacation is coming soon, and your parents are not at home. Do you have any plans? Maybe I will take you out to see the outside world.

."

Although Ye Minglu has never been to Modi's home, he occasionally hears other people whispering in private about him being a rich second generation. Ye Minglu has such a good relationship with him, and he is really a rich man.

ah!

However, there is no connection between being rich and being a close friend, and there is no connection between them. No matter how much others say, they will just turn a deaf ear. With the relationship between the two of them, even if the other person is a pauper, there will be no difference at all.

Impact.

"Then I'll look forward to it a little bit!" Ye Minglu smiled back.

The class preparation bell rang at the wrong time, and I was able to talk for only a few minutes during the break.

"It's time to get ready for class. Let's practice at the driving range in the afternoon. It's been a long time since we two faced off against each other."

Modi left the desk where he was sitting, broke off his hands that seemed to have been loose for a long time, made a "clucking" sound, and said casually.

"Okay, don't cry if you lose!" Ye Minglu said.

Modi raised an index finger and waved it left and right: "That doesn't necessarily mean I lost. I am much better than when I was a freshman in high school. If you think it is me before, you are totally wrong. If you underestimate me,

You will definitely lose. This time, I can say that I have a winning chance. You should just worry about yourself."

Looking at Modi who is full of confidence, Ye Minglu wants to compete with him even more. It's not because Modi is arrogant. He must have a certain confidence when he says this. And challenging things are more to his liking.

Playing with stinky chess pieces will get stinky as you play. Only by playing against masters can you make progress.

When I was a freshman in Hope High School, perhaps because I was interested in, obsessed with, and practiced martial arts for self-defense, the two of them actually joined the academy martial arts club together and often practiced with each other. There were more than 20 people in the club, and they were the only two who were like chickens.

Blood-like mastered the essence of martial arts to a superb level. In the end, even the president was no match for Ye Minglu and Modi. They were the most powerful in the entire club, and no one dared to challenge them.

All the academies in Nuozhou City know their name in Hope High School. Occasionally, other academies will come to challenge them, just like the students of Guangming Academy yesterday, but the real threat to them is very small.

"I'm quite confident. Let's give it a try this afternoon."

"Girl, come here, this is the ice cream you want."

"Thank you, grandpa! But Emily is not young anymore, so she can't call her girl." The girl took a large cup of ice cream and said politely.

"Even if you are ten years older, at my age, I can still call you girl." The old man from the convenience store narrowed his eyes and smiled.

It was in the morning that Emily met Ye Minglu on the commercial street. After wandering around all morning, she couldn't find anyone she thought was suitable to be a "powerful person" to be a contractor. By noon, the commercial street was crowded with people, and only

After having breakfast, she unconsciously felt her stomach growl, so she found a place with few people and that could block the warm sun to rest for a while, then came to this convenience store.

I had a hundred-yuan note from Ye Minglu on me, so I sat on a leisure chair under a big orange sun umbrella and ordered a milk-flavored ice cream cup to cool off the heat.

“Delicious, the milk-flavored ice cream is really delicious!”

Emily leisurely tasted a cup of ice cream on the wooden table, thinking that the purpose of coming to the human world this time was to find a contractor to sign a contract, but it was really a very difficult thing.

First, no one believes her, and if she talks too much, others will think she has a brain problem. Second, there are no suitable contractors, not office workers, children, or social gangsters. There seems to be no human beings in this place that she likes.

In addition, if the first question is denied, the second question will also collapse.

Among all the worries, the most unsettling thing for her was that she thought of Ye Minglu, the boy who saved her, made people angry, but did not believe in elves and tolerated his own temper.

It was just that they had known him for less than a day, and when Emily thought about him, she felt very uneasy in her heart. She would never meet him again in the future, so it was better to forget him as soon as possible.

But the more I want to forget, the more I can't forget it in my mind. Even the scenes that happened yesterday appear in my mind one after another, and I don't even understand the reason for this.

"Girl, you seem to be worried, what are you worried about?"

The old man from the convenience store, who was sitting on an ancient wooden wicker chair and looking at the store, was relaxing. When he saw Emily sighing suddenly while eating ice cream, he suddenly asked her something.

Although Emily didn't like the name of girl, because she was an elf who had lived for more than a hundred years, but in the human world, she was still in front of an amiable grandfather (although not as old as herself).

So I restrained my temper and didn't say that I was actually an elf or that I was over a hundred years old or something like that. These words were told to Ye Minglu, and Ye Minglu also said that saying things that cannot be proven would arouse other people's opinions.

"Grandpa, do you believe in the existence of elves?" Emily asked.

Without blindly announcing her identity, on the basis of human cognition, Emily asked about elves as a topic. This sentence sounded reasonable at first glance, and it would not be regarded as a secondary disease. At most, it would be considered

She is a little girl who loves elves.

Regarding animation, Emily walked around the streets and alleys of the commercial street today and browsed in bookstores. It refers to the process of making some living or inanimate things personified and exaggerated, giving them all human emotions.

, action, among which elves are also classified as magical.

The old man squinted his wrinkled eyes and said with a smile: "Most people do not believe in elves, including me who don't know much about elves, but I am sure about the existence of elves, very, very sure, because I have seen them before.

Pass."

"Hey, grandpa, have you ever seen an elf?"

She thought she would be rejected when she mentioned the topic of "elves", but the old man's answer was unexpected. He even said he had seen an elf. Emily was shocked and wondered if she had heard something wrong because of something wrong with her ears.

Still dreaming, I pinched my little face hard.

"ah"

"It hurts..." Emily screamed softly in pain. The pain meant that she was not dreaming, but then she became confused. Don't ordinary people not know what elves do?

"Ah... that happened forty years ago. It's a secret." The old man recalled the past with sighs. "At that time, I was a young man less than twenty years old. On a night trip, I was raped by an unknown trio.

Monsters over ten feet tall blocked the way from the front and back, and just when I thought I was going to be killed, a person called the Elf Messenger by those monsters suddenly appeared."

"Then what?" Emily asked excitedly. The deeds of elves are usually carried out secretly, let alone hunting demons. In today's human society, especially without the demon hunting king, they dare not easily

presumptuous.

"The elf impressed me very much. He was wrapped in fiery red armor, holding a spear and halberd, and wearing a red and white mask. Although he didn't look like him, the elf was really powerful. He had a long trident in his hand.

The spear swept across mightily, summoning a red fire dragon to devour all the monsters in an instant, leaving the monsters powerless to fight back. It's so cool!"

"Of course, elf envoys are formed by the conclusion of a contract between humans and elves. Using the power of elves combined with the contractor's own strength will elevate the strength to another level." Emily said proudly.
To be continued...