How come I, who has the physique of a succubus, was pushed back by the ship girl?

"I heard that Miss Monarch, your swordsmanship is very superb."

"Alas, I have to provide you with relative intelligence, give you advice, and now I have to be responsible for your training."

"They treat me as a weakling, but you treat me as cheap labor."

With a complaining tone and an excited look, the monarch shook his head and held his forehead, saying something different and thinking another.

All along, everything she thought, did and did was to prove to the world that her existence was valuable.

The journey was full of ups and downs, and she never had such an opportunity with her friends or the royal family.

And now the first person who gave her the opportunity to prove herself was the boy in front of her who they called an ordinary person.

It is hard to say whether they are blind or I have a good eye for people.

The monarch only felt gloating and was secretly happy.

The excitement and joy of being recognized were intertwined in her heart at this moment.

Without caring about his usual elegant demeanor, the monarch put down the teacup heavily.

He stood up, took a step forward, and slowly came in front of him.

Looking down from above, he took the initiative to extend his little hand.

He put on a smile and followed his true heart, speaking impatiently.

"With pleasure, Your Excellency Commander!"

Chapter 133: Swords and sabers confuse people

The flashing of swords and sabers was dizzying, and the noise in the training room had never stopped in the past few days.

The exercise is imminent and Zhou Xuan doesn't have much time left.

Therefore, in addition to his own efforts, the monarch also planned a series of reasonable arrangements specifically for him.

In the past, people often said that there is an unbridgeable gap between geniuses and mediocrity, which cannot be bridged by any amount of sweat.

However, with his own experience, from being abandoned to returning to the human world, the monarch who came from behind did not believe such nonsense.

After all, she herself is a living example.

But now, looking at Zhou Xuan in front of her, her cognition was changing quietly in secret.

From unfamiliar to proficient, and gradually into excellence.

Every training session, every piercing and swing of the boy was enough to make her break her past cognition.

Until now, looking at the sword hanging at her throat, she was still immersed in the surprise brought to her by Zhou Xuan.

“Incredible…”

The outcome is already clear, and there is no room for a comeback.

The monarch slowly put down the sword in his hand, dropped the offensive posture, and spoke softly.

"I lost...."

If I think about it carefully, it has only been five days since I started fencing.

During these five days of training and discussion, she could only be considered to be at ease in the first two days.

Later on, as Zhou Xuan's skills improved, it became increasingly difficult for her to win, until she was defeated.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, the monarch stood there motionless, in a daze.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask Zhou Xuan.

For example, is he hiding his incompetence? After all, he has used this trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger before.

Or maybe you want to learn more about his unique abilities.

But on second thought, she suddenly felt that she didn't seem to know Zhou Xuan that well enough.

Just like that, the originally harmonious atmosphere was suddenly tainted with a bit of silent awkwardness.

It soon attracted his attention.

"what happened?"

"Are you still feeling resentful? Shouldn't you be happy that your apprentice is better than the master?"

He put away his sword, leaned forward, and spoke first. The boy's words showed his concern.

The second sentence that followed was somewhat enlightening, which made her laugh.

Retracting his vague thoughts, the monarch raised his eyes and saw Zhou Xuan's figure in front of him.

His face was right next to her own, some distance away, yet not far away.

With every breath she took, she could clearly feel the undercurrent in her neck, making her heart itch.

"Should I be happy..." The monarch repeated his words, paused for a moment, and then continued.

"When I first started, it took me a long time to fully master this sword technique."

"And you... only took five days..."

"To be honest, I can't say I'm happy. Besides being curious, I'm also a little jealous."

She naturally understood her curiosity, and the words "humanity's only commander" were enough to satisfy her doubts.

The only interesting thing is the last point.

Jealous? What and why?

Finding it interesting, Zhou Xuan started to play tricks and asked her the question even though he already knew the answer.

If it was simply a matter of fact, the monarch would not hesitate to share his inner feelings.

But seeing him with a shameless face and letting his conceited emotions overflow, the monarch began to rebel.

With a sullen face, she refused to continue what he was saying and was unwilling to let him have his way.

"Nothing, just a momentary complaint from me."

"Your progress is obvious to all, but if you think you can beat me with this level, you're still a long way off!"

He ended with a spirited declaration, and then quickly raised his drooping arms.

The girl held the rapier in her hand and pointed it directly at Zhou Xuan with a fierce momentum, intending to launch a second round of attack.

"Come on, if you can keep up this momentum, I will tell you what I just thought."

Her smile was bright and beautiful, and seemed familiar.

Even if they say one thing and mean another, there is always some inexplicable connection between them, and some kind of commonality that runs deep within them.

Originally he just wanted to amuse the beauty, but now Zhou Xuan has a reason to win.

Following her call, Zhou Xuan drew his sword and immediately went into full fire.

With rustling and ping-pong sounds, the sharp swords cut through the sky and collided with each other in the back and forth contest.

The swords intertwined and the two men's steps were poetic and picturesque.

The ship girl and the human commander, the two sides whose strength should not be proportional, are now fighting to a standstill.

This had never happened before, but now, with the arc of light reflected from the sharp thorns, her heart gradually became brighter.

This is the uniqueness of Zhou Xuan. Everything comes from his charm.

This is the key to his ability to gather and unite the ship girls and become the commander.

A monarch never regrets any decision he makes.

Even though she deliberately provoked Wales that day and ended up hurting both sides, she just swallowed the bitterness.

As for asking Zhou Xuan for cooperation, she has never regretted it.

She even began to think that she was happy about it and thankful for it.

It would be great if I could dedicate all my value to Zhou Xuan's goal...

Being focused is the key to winning a competition.

As the tide of emotion surges, the monarch who gradually begins to have distracting thoughts will naturally be the ultimate loser.

She was once again forced into a desperate situation.

The only difference was that this time Zhou Xuan did not hang the training rapier at her throat.

Instead, it stayed in her mind and she started drawing circles with great interest, which made her feel both amused and funny.

The fierce confrontation had already soaked both of their hair.

The trickling sweat formed small streams that flowed from high to low, all the way across her cheeks, adding a bit of charm.

Without any of the surprise he had shown previously, the monarch calmly accepted her defeat and smiled.

"It seems that I have nothing more to teach you, Zhou Xuan."

"You are better than I thought, and better than me."

"If you want to know anything, just tell me and I'll tell you everything."

After putting down his rapier and taking off his heavy protective suit, the monarch's clothes were also soaked with sweat.

Because of the moisture, the pure white navy dress now has a hazy transparency.

Especially the girl's chest, with the help of sweat.

The majestic outline wrapped in the black lace underwear was clearly visible and appeared in front of him very naturally.

The young man was upright and his gaze was impartial and pure as ever.

Then, on the other hand, why should she hide here and there and act coyly?

Instead, they regard it as their capital for showing off and as one of the values ​​of their existence.

Thinking of this, the monarch unconsciously straightened his chest, met Zhou Xuan's gaze, and a strong smile appeared on his flushed face.

It is the same conceit, and the satisfaction when one finally gets recognition from others after hard pursuit.

Understanding what she meant, Zhou Xuan slowly walked forward and helped her take off the remaining protective gear.

"This isn't the right place to talk."

"It's hot and stuffy, and I'm all sticky and sweaty. It's very uncomfortable."

"Go back and take a shower and change your clothes first."

"Then go to the bar, have a few drinks, relax and then talk in detail."

Listening attentively to his arrangements for the subsequent itinerary and talking about drinking, the monarch's eyes turned and he suddenly asked.

"your treat?"

"My treat."

Faced with his request, the boy did not hesitate at all.

It can be used as a joke. My goal has been achieved, so there is no reason for him to pay.

She waved her hand, then gently placed it on Zhou Xuan's shoulder and said heroically.

"I was just joking."

"For me, money is also a measure of my own value. How can I let you steal the limelight?"

"Let's wait until next time. If there's a chance, just ask me to go to the place you mentioned last time and take a look."

In stark contrast to the resistance she showed last time, this time she took the initiative to make such a request.

Combined with the value of the girl's existence, the intention is self-evident.

Zhou Xuan stretched out his hand tentatively and climbed onto her little hand hanging beside him.

His flexible fingertips went deeper and deeper, using his clever strength to little by little pry open her five fingers, which were bent but not forcefully gathered together.

Then, through the gradually enlarging gap, he completely grasped her little hand in his own.

Without any resistance, the monarch just silently looked at her little hand held tightly in his palm.

Silently, her ears turned red...