Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 22 Don't mind giving a first kiss (3)

The boy in school uniform smiled and said:
"This is due to your impatience. You want to win too much. Your ambition restricts your actions, so your body will continue to show flaws!"

Pei Yizhang stared, gritted his teeth and said:
"Of course I want to win, I want to win and you are crazy!

If I can defeat you, my dream of swordsmanship in this life will be realized! "

The boy in school uniform laughed suddenly:

"Pei Yizhang, your desire to win is too strong. Doesn't it satisfy you to win the National Kendo Championship for three consecutive years?"

"Not enough, never enough!

If you can't beat you upright in the kendo competition, any bullshit champion is just an empty name!
Your character is also quite cold, I have asked you to compete many times, why are you unwilling? "

The young man snorted coldly: "It's just to earn a false name, what's the fun in it."

"Hey, let me ask you, okay? Come and have a hearty fight with me at the National Kendo Competition!"

Pei Yizhang begged.

"How many times have I said, you know my family's background, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future!"

The young man looked a little impatient.

"If you don't agree, I will keep pestering you until you agree!"

Pei Yizhang began to play tricks.

"If you're not afraid of losing face, just come here!"

Perhaps it has been delayed for a long time, the young man changed his tone,
"Okay, I'm tired of playing, Pei Yizhang, be careful!"

The boy in the school uniform gave a loud shout and slid forward,

The bamboo knife in his hand suddenly flashed a strange light from left to right.

When Pei Yizhang flashed, he made a series of strange thrusts from right to top,

Before Pei Yizhang could react, the tip of the sword was already upright an inch from Pei Yizhang's throat.

"you……"

Pei Yizhang's eyes were fixed on the tip of the sword, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Desheng, a boy in school uniform, put away his bamboo knife and bowed:
"Excuse me! I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

He put down the bamboo knife and walked straight to the door.

He stepped out of the threshold with his right foot. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, his cold black eyes suddenly glanced in Qiao Yu's direction.

(End of this chapter)