At this time, everyone in the open space was waiting quietly. Therefore, this disdainful voice, which seemed to be whispered to himself, not only reached the ears of Zhao Rong and others, but also reached all the students of Suixing Hall.
in the ears.
In the quiet open space, the sound of the river waves and the rustling of maple leaves seemed to be louder, and no one spoke.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, his sleepiness receding slightly. He looked past Yu Huaijin and towards the open space behind her. He saw a young student with a feminine appearance and a romantic scarf on his head. He was lowering his head and stroking the luxurious guqin on his lap. There were people around him.
Many students turned to look at him, it must be the person who just muttered.
Wu Peiliang felt that he had become the center of the open space at this time. He twitched the corner of his mouth, sighed again, shook his head and said:
"Hey, the academy is getting more and more weird now. All kinds of people are put in it. Even Suixingtang, the number one hall among our six halls, has put two in it."
After Wu Peiliang "talked to himself".
The open space suddenly became quieter.
About half of the students either smiled or nodded slightly with expressionless faces, and some even responded with "that's right."
Some of the remaining students also raised their heads to watch the excitement without saying anything, while others ignored the music outside the window and lowered their heads to tune the guqin and do their own thing.
Wu Peiliang had just finished speaking.
Jia Tengying's face suddenly turned red, and even his dark skin could not be covered. He buried his head and felt the playful looks from some of his classmates. At this moment, he wanted to find a small crack to get in and never come out again.
Zhao Rong folded his hands and said nothing.
Fan Yushu frowned, stared at Wu Peiliang, took a breath and said:
"Wu Pei, mother, if I remember correctly, Mr. Si has class at 4:00 am. The bell just rang at 3:00 pm not long ago. Although he came earlier, Mr. Si can start class earlier, but we
It’s just a little late today, and I’m still not late. My husband didn’t say anything, so why are you the one causing the trouble? Are you even older than my husband?”
"Ha." Wu Peiliang smiled and shook his head, ignoring Fan Yushu, looking like he was too lazy to argue with random things. In fact, the main reason was that he noticed that Yu Huaijin was still looking at him calmly.
Fan Yushu stepped forward and was about to move forward, but was pulled back the next second.
"Brother Yushu." Zhao Rong pulled Fan Yushu back and shook his head at him without saying anything.
Zhao Rong did not look at Wu Peiliang again, but broke the deadlock and said to Yu Huaijin:
"Senior Yu, this time you mainly blame me. I got up a little late today, which made Brother Yushu and Teng Ying wait for me for a while. They accommodated me on the way and walked a little slower, making you and Mr. Si wait for a long time.
.”
Yu Huaijin frowned slightly and looked at Wu Peiliang, who was bowing his head in silence. When she heard this, she first glanced at Mr. Si who had been standing by the river with his back, seemingly not hearing the conflict among the students in the open space, and then turned around
He turned around and said softly to Zhao Rong:
"I have nothing to do and I don't have any classes. Just try to come earlier next time."
Yu Huaijin paused before speaking, and then looked at Zhao Rong's pale face seriously, "Brother Zhao, are you okay? Last night...but what trouble happened?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Nothing happens for now. Thank you, senior, for your concern."
Yu Huaijin nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, the two were not familiar with each other.
However, she still couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong's thick autumn clothes.
He is not wearing student Qingjin today.
However, Yu Huaijin didn't say anything else, because yesterday afternoon, when Zhao Rong was playing the piano and painting "Zheng", he told her frankly once that this autumn clothes was knitted by his wife's own hands.
The Tianjiao girl from Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion seriously told him that he must wear it. This is the usual custom of their family.
Yu Huaijin turned sideways and got out of the way. Zhao Rong and three others passed by one after another, entered the banquet, and found this seat to sit down.
She did not return to the table together because there were two more people coming...
After entering the open space, Jia Tengying carried the piano on his back and ran to the front row to find a seat. Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, who were such good students who actively listened to the lectures, found someone in the middle and back who they disliked each other.
Sit down at the empty seat.
Zhao Rong wore a navy blue Confucian shirt and walked among the seats in the open space. It was incompatible with the green trousers worn by all the students on the field. It was very conspicuous. Wherever he passed, many people looked at him sideways.
Soon, the two found two seats at the back right and prepared to sit down.
But at this moment, there was another familiar "sound of talking to oneself".
"Really, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Instead of wearing a student uniform, you change into something nicer, and you think you are different? You still want to be unique, haha, it seems like no one is the same."
Wu Peiliang paused, then he picked up a string with his fingers, gently and carefully tuned it, and then he whispered again:
"Hey, does this person really think that we are from the ravine like Jia Tengying? Do we have better family background?"
"Haha." Wu Peiliang chuckled.
"Among our Suixingtang students, there are family backgrounds of all levels. Our parents are high-ranking purple swordsmen in Tianya Sword Pavilion. I can find a few for you. As for whether they are from Duyou City tycoons or thousand-year-old families.
There is no shortage of people with direct bloodline. All of our students listen to Senior Yu and wear student uniforms. But you are so pretentious. Could it be that you are still the young master of the lord of Youlan Mansion? Then you should quickly show it to Wu to open his eyes.
…”
Many students couldn't help but laugh, and a small burst of deep laughter suddenly sounded in the dining room.
Zhao Rong did not sit down immediately, but first put down the piano he was carrying, and then stood still, looking at the red maples by the river without blinking, while listening with interest.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he finally listened to Wu Peiliang's words word for word, but he still felt very unsatisfied.
Gui, who was originally looking forward to seeing Zhao Rong make a fool of himself, couldn't help it anymore, and spoke with contempt in his heart:
"I thought this guy could say some powerful and strange words. If it can make you anxious, I will study hard, but this is the result?"
It sighed slightly, "Hey, that's it. The voice is still so low. Did you not eat?"
Zhao Rong was also a little disappointed with him, but he didn't say anything. After all, there were very few opponents he had met so far who could make him angry. As for the evenly matched opponents, there were only a few, which made him feel a bit lonely as a master.
However, Zhao Rong felt that it was understandable. After all, among the students present now, it is estimated that none of them had awakened the memories of their previous lives like him and had rich "struggle experience". They had spent countless days and nights, separated by a small piece of paper, anytime and anywhere.
The little Liuli Jing fought with countless "Land Sword Immortals" who had never met each other but had perfected their key skills and reached the state of transformation.
As for a place called "Zu'an", the greetings of those elegant and easy-going opponents made Zhao Rong feel more cordial and miss him.
However, they are all gone, leaving him alone in this world.
Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.
He rubbed his face, then raised his fists in the direction of Wu Peiliang, his eyes were lost in thought, and he sat down with a somewhat lonely look on his face.
From just now to now, Zhao Rong has never looked at Wu Peiliang, and now he is acting like this again.
Wu Peiliang, who had been observing the distasteful figure with his peripheral vision for a long time, suddenly choked when he saw that he not only did not jump to get angry, but also looked distracted and even had a somewhat regretful expression.
Wu Peiliang's somewhat feminine face suddenly became serious. He pursed his thin lips and said with a sneer: "Brother Zhao's face is so pale, was it last night..."
"Brother Wu!" Yu Huaijin, who was waiting for someone at the door, turned around and yelled, interrupting his words.
The old-fashioned woman's voice was unusually heavy.
Wu Peiliang suddenly stopped talking, his fingers trembled slightly, and his fair face turned red. Then he snorted at Zhao Rong and said nothing more.
The atmosphere on the field was also a little solemn because of Yu Huaijin's rebuke just now. Some students who were watching the excitement quickly put away their expressions and went back to doing their own things.
Wu Peiliang looked down at the valuable guqin in front of him, but he kept paying careful attention to Yu Huaijin's side with his peripheral vision. Seeing her relaxed brows and turning to face the door again, he felt relieved, but then he twitched the corner of his mouth again.
Zhao Rong glanced sideways.
Zhao Rong paid no attention to what was happening on the court. He sat down feebly, bending his hands to support his sore waist while tuning the piano at will.
Zhao Rong no longer borrowed Yu Huaijin's Nine Heavens Cloud Pendant, but kept using someone else's, which made him a little embarrassed. Yesterday he went out to buy a piano. Although the material was ordinary, his movements were lighter and it was durable.
At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the intersection.
Then Xiao Hongyu's signature Weisha loud voice sounded.
"Huaijin, hu... I'm sorry, we came back late. Xueyou and I played a little late in the city yesterday, and when we realized it was already midnight, Xueyou's father kept asking her to stay, so we rested at the house all night.
, I just hurried back in the morning."
Xiao Hongyu put his hand on Li Xueyou's petite shoulders and explained while panting.
Li Xueyou also blushed, wiping the fine sweat on her smooth forehead with the back of her hand, her little face full of anxiety, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Huaijin, are we late? Mr. Si, I'm sorry..."
"
This beautiful woman from a small family held her clothes with her little hands, her tone was self-reproaching, her head lowered, and she did not dare to look at the eyes of her classmates.
Xiao Hongyu, on the other hand, raised her red lips to both sides, turned to look at the students waiting on the field, met their eyes, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, brothers Nian, I'm sorry this time, Xue You and I will do it next time
I will never be late again.”
She smiled sincerely.
Seeing this, the students of Suixing Hall nodded in succession.
"Nothing, nothing, no need to be polite."
"Brother Xueyou and Brother Hongyu don't have to blame themselves. It's still close to the fourth quarter of Mao hour and they didn't go to class..."
"Yes, don't blame yourself too much. I see that Brother Xueyou is too shy. We have been classmates for more than two months and he is still so introverted..."
The students in Suixing Hall laughed and had different opinions, without much intention of blaming him.
When Fan Yushu saw this scene, he was a little angry and complained to Zhao Rong: "We are all late, why are we like the grandson?"
Zhao Rong glanced at him and continued to tune the piano feebly with his head lowered, without saying a word.
Xiao Hongyu tilted his head and smiled, patted his chest and said, "That's good. Xueyou and I were scared to death. We ran all the way here. Hey, why did you choose such a far place to teach today..."
"Brother Hongyu, Brother Xueyou." But at this moment, the old-fashioned woman next to them, wearing a men's hairstyle like them, spoke up.
Yu Huaijin looked at them with a straight face, frowning slightly, "I told you yesterday morning that you have classes today, but you still come back so late."
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Xiao Hongyu quickly put away his smile and turned solemn. Like Li Xueyou beside him, he lowered his head in training.
Seeing this, Yu Huaijin looked at them for a while, and then sighed softly: "When I came at 9 o'clock, Mr. Si was already waiting, but now we have just stepped on the spot... That's it, we can't do it next time
Don’t be so careless again.”
Li Xueyou and Xiao Hongyu hurriedly nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Yu Huaijin turned sideways, and the two of them quickly went to sit behind the desk in the open space.
Only then did Mr. Si slowly turn around, as if he could see everyone, looked around at the students of Suixing Hall, and said in a gentle tone: "Everyone is here, let's start class."