Song Yizhi followed Rong Yueyuan to the school and found that there were twenty more tables in the room.
The disciples of the Wanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect were wearing the Changqiu Sect's smoky blue disciple uniforms and sitting cross-legged on the futons, each with an upright posture.
When Rong Yueyuan appeared at the door of the school, the whispers in the school suddenly disappeared, and it became silent for an instant, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle dropping.
Rong Yueyuan looked at the school with twenty more disciples and immediately didn't want to go in.
Rong Yueyuan stopped suddenly. Song Yizhi failed to stop the car and hit the man's back as straight as a pine tree.
Hearing the little girl behind him gasp, Rong Yueyuan turned around and saw Song Yizhi covering his forehead with tears in his eyes.
Song Yizhi covered her head and said angrily, "Why did you stop while you were walking!"
"Sorry." Rong Yueyuan said.
Song Yizhi waved his hand, then passed Rong Yueyuan and walked to his seat.
The disciples who witnessed everything were stunned.
What did they see?!
This, is the fifth elder of the Changqiu Sect so good-tempered?!
He even said sorry to his disciples?!
What kind of magical gentleman is this?
I knew they would have worked hard to join the Changqiu Sect!
Lan Qianxi lowered her eyelids, fearing that the jealousy in her eyes would be seen by others.
Song Yizhi walked to his desk and bent down to sit down.
Rong Yueyuan walked to the table and sat down. After a brief talk, class started.
After the morning class, Song Yizhi sat up straight and shook his head, preparing to wake up and go back to cooking.
"Mr. has looked at you several times this morning. You may have been targeted by him." Feng Yian turned sideways and spoke to Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi shrugged, then stretched, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, at most I can stand outside."
She was already used to being forced to stand, and the worst she could do would be to make her feel more embarrassed.
Feng Yian shook his head, and when he was about to say something, Song Yiheng, wearing a blue narrow-sleeved shirt, walked in carrying a food box.
The blue robe makes the man a little more gentle, high-spirited and fairy-like, so handsome that people can't take their eyes away.
The remaining disciples in the school all turned their attention to Song Yiheng.
Many female disciples looked at the Taoist and immortal Song Yiheng in a daze, their eyes showing admiration unconsciously.
When Song Yiheng came over, he saw Feng Yi'an, who was smiling and hairy. He squinted his eyes to hide the flash of coolness in his eyes, then turned his eyes away to look at Song Yizhi, and said in a gentle voice, "Zhi Zhi."
"Brother, what delicious food did you cook for me?" Song Yizhi shouted, then reached out to take the food box.
Song Yiheng placed the food box on the table.
"Sweet and sour short ribs." Song Yiheng stretched out his hand to open the food box, and the aroma spread.
The disciples who hadn't left were so hungry that they felt hungry.
Ah, why don't they have anyone to deliver food?
Feng Yian took a look at the sweet and sour pork ribs in the food box and asked, "Senior Brother Song, can you cook?"
Song Yiheng glanced at Feng Yi'an rather stingily, then looked at Song Yizhi, and responded to Feng Yi'an with both salt and relief.
When Zhizhi was young, he was worried about letting Zhizhi cook, so he went to learn it. As time went by, his cooking skills were pretty good.
Feng Yian responded with a sound of surprise, and then walked to Song Yizhi's table, "Zhizhi, can I have some food?"
Before Song Yizhi could say anything, Song Yiheng refused, "I only made enough for Zhizhi to eat alone. If you want to eat, go to the cafeteria."
Song Yizhi raised his head and looked at the two people who were a little confused.
They are all tall and tall men, one is handsome and romantic, the other is a virtuous man, but no matter how you look at them... they all look alike!
Song Yizhi tactically leaned back.
Damn it!
I don’t usually think so, but when the two of them are together, they will realize that they really look alike!
No wonder I feel that Feng Yian feels inexplicably familiar. His face looks almost like that of my brother!
Wait, that’s not right!
Why does the young demon master look so similar to his brother?!
Song Yizhi rubbed his chin, looking at this and that, and then felt that his brain was not enough.
Song Yiheng raised his hand and rubbed Song Yizhi's head, and said gently, "Eat."
"Brother." Song Yizhi grabbed Song Yiheng's sleeve and said tentatively, "That is, is there a possibility... that my mother gave birth to a brother for me?"
These two people, if they weren't brothers, would be ashamed of themselves!
Feng Yian narrowed her eyes and was about to say something when she saw Song Yiheng's cold eyes.
Feng Yi'an was secretly unhappy.
"Zhizhi, do you want me to be your brother?" Feng Yian turned to Song Yizhi and said with a smile on her handsome face, as if bewitching, "Zhizhi, I will be a very, very good person."
elder brother!"
Song Yizhi opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Are you crazy?
Would the Demon Lord break his legs if he knew?
However, she doesn't know whether Feng Yian will be beaten by the demon master, but it is absolutely certain that she will be beaten.
She doesn’t want to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots!
Song Yiheng looked at Feng Yi'an, who was smiling like a bee and butterfly, and his voice became colder, "It's enough for Zhizhi to have me as a brother."
Oh.
Feng Yian glanced at Song Yiheng meaningfully and said to Song Yizhi, "I'm going to eat, Zhizhi, we'll see you in the afternoon."
Song Yizhi nodded.
Feng Yian left, and many disciples also left to eat in the cafeteria.
"Zhizhi." Song Yiheng said.
Song Yizhi looked up at the man with a gentle but oppressive face. He immediately sat upright and said obediently, "It's enough for me to have a brother!"
My brother is so stingy!
Before, he found out that his senior brother had lied to him about calling him brother, so he beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for three days in the name of sparring.
If it hadn't been for the young master demon, with his brother's temper, he would have had a friendly discussion with Feng Yi'an.
Song Yiheng responded.
Song Yizhi took out the vegetables and took a bite of the white rice with the meat, "Brother, you and Feng Yian are a bit alike..."
"Huh?" Song Yiheng said warmly.
Song Yizhi silently lowered his head to eat.
I won’t let you tell the truth, my brother is going too far!
After dinner, Song Yiheng left the school with his food box, while Song Yizhi lay on the table and took a nap.
…
The afternoon classes are also in the school.
After the peaceful and boring day, Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan went back one after another.
Returning to the top of the peak, Song Yizhi turned around and went to the ground. Rong Yueyuan sat aside and said in a gentle and gentle tone, "Lu Li from Wanmo Sect and Bei Xianyue from Hehuan Sect. These two seem to be from each sect."
Chief disciple, right?"
The chief disciples of each sect are at least Nascent Soul. When such disciples are sent to the Changqiu Sect, the two sects have uneasy and good intentions written on their faces.
Song Yizhi responded, then looked up at Rong Yueyuan who was sitting aside, "Don't think about it, he just has evil intentions."
Rong Yueyuan remained silent.
Song Yizhi came out of the field. After washing her hands, she went to make a pot of tea for Rong Yueyuan.
Rong Yueyuan took the tea from Song Yizhi, took a sip and looked up, "Scented tea?"
It has a floral scent and seems to have a fruity scent, sweet and refreshing, very good.
"Fruit tea." Song Yizhi said.
Rong Yueyuan responded, lowered his head and continued to take a sip.
After a while, Rong Yueyuan looked up and saw Song Yizhi looking straight at him. He realized later that he was not going to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason.