Daming Lake Middle School has a very special status in Jinan and even the entire country.
After all, if you think about the fact that a school can be established in the core political area of the country, you will understand that it is extraordinary.
"Okay, I'll send you here. Follow the teacher in."
At the school gate, Li Yanling gave Zhu Cihong her final instructions.
Zhu Cilang was a little panicked, not knowing what was waiting for him.
Although he is already a sixteen-year-old boy, he has been living in a deep palace for the past few years, surrounded by countless servants.
Not to mention that I didn’t have much childhood fun, and I didn’t have any playmates of the same age.
At this time, standing at the school gate, I could already see countless peers inside doing various activities, and I was about to join them.
What will be waiting for you?
But he also understood that at this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.
The teacher who came to guide him was very kind.
"Don't be afraid, this is a school. If you encounter anything, just come to the teachers. The teachers will make the decision for you."
Zhu Cixiang still knew the principle of respecting teachers and respecting morality.
"Thank you teacher, the students understand."
When Zhu Cixiang followed the teacher into the campus, he realized that it was very big.
There are not only teaching buildings, but also several large and flat venues.
The largest field is even paved with green lawns, with various white lines painted on it.
He had already seen it in the original Prince Xia's Mansion and knew it was a football field.
At this time, there were two teams playing on the football field. Amidst the excitement, I saw him, a stranger, and many people pointed and seemed to be talking about something.
The teacher saw this in his eyes and paid more attention to Zhu Cihong.
"Everyone who goes to school here is rich or noble, and has a high status. Remember not to cause trouble at will, otherwise it will be difficult to end it."
Li Yanling had already explained these words before coming, and Zhu Cixiang quickly remembered them.
Not long after, he was led into a classroom.
In an instant, he was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, which made him somewhat at a loss.
The teacher led him to the podium and introduced him to everyone.
"This is Zhu Cixi, a new classmate who has just arrived in our class. If he doesn't understand anything and needs help, everyone will take care of him."
There were few reactions from the audience and they were relatively indifferent.
Since they are all students from either rich or noble backgrounds, they are naturally arrogant and not easy to deal with.
Zhu Cixiang was assigned a seat, and the teacher left.
Although he was among everyone, Zhu Cixiang felt very lonely.
He sat in his seat obediently and looked around carefully.
I saw that the children in the classroom were all about the same age as him, and there were both boys and girls. They were busy in their own way and didn't care about his arrival.
Zhu Cihong scratched his head and laughed at himself.
Knowing that he is no longer the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, he will no longer be able to enjoy the treatment of being surrounded by stars.
He put his schoolbag on the desk, took out the book, and read it carefully.
As a transfer student and having never received an education from the Empire before, I could only work hard to keep up.
The subsequent classes were uneventful, and Zhu Cixiang was not disturbed too much, nor did he receive too much attention.
Only a girl named Qi Deyuan, as the monitor, said hello.
During class break, Zhu Cixi went to the toilet, but was blocked by someone.
"Are you new here?"
Seeing these unruly teenagers, Zhu Cixiang was very panicked.
"I wonder if you have any advice?"
"Our boss is asking you, where are you from?"
Seeing the unkind expressions of these people, Zhu Cixiang stepped back step by step.
"I don't know you all, so please don't make it difficult."
The young man in the lead laughed.
"It turns out you are a coward. It's really embarrassing for you to be like this."
When had Zhu Cihong ever been ridiculed like this? His face immediately turned red and he felt indignant.
Fortunately, he remembered that he had to bow his head when he was under the eaves. Even if he was angry again, he did not dare to show it.
Many students looked around, laughing and joking, but no one was willing to stand up and help him.
"Boy, do you know where Daming Lake Middle School is? Now that you're here, let us see what you can do, but don't lose the face of our middle school."
"What are you capable of? Do you want to bully others?"
A cheerful voice sounded, and several figures squeezed in, protecting Zhu Cixiang.
Zhu Cihong took a look and found that it was Zheng Chenggong, Shi Lang, Dahu and others. He couldn't help but burst into tears and felt relieved at the same time.
He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of belonging at this moment.
Seeing the appearance of Zheng Chenggong and others, the expressions of the troublemaking youths became even more unkind.
"Huh, who am I talking about? It turns out they are the brats in the palace. They are not very capable, but they are really good at flattering people."
Dahu stepped forward and clenched his fists back and forth.
"Liu Zongze, do you want to have a taste of grandpa's skills?"
"Barbarians from the north, it's not your turn to be arrogant here."
Shi Lang also stepped forward and fought side by side with Dahu.
"If you're scared, get out. If you're not scared, see you at the door after school."
How could the young man opposite stand this?
"Whoever doesn't come is the grandson."
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Zhu Cixiang was particularly uneasy.
"It's all my fault. Otherwise... let's go find the teacher."
Zheng Chenggong quickly stopped him.
"You absolutely can't go to the teacher. You have to solve your own problems yourself. If it's not just a fight, how can you still be afraid of them?"
In Zhu Cixiang's impression, Zheng Chenggong had always been gentle, elegant, and looked like a scholar. He didn't expect that he would be so enthusiastic about fighting.
Zhu Cixiang spent most of the following classes in agony.
His mind was in turmoil, imagining fight scenes all the time.
Sometimes he was beaten until his head was covered in blood, and sometimes Zheng Chenggong and others were injured.
If this is the case, it is all his fault. How should he explain it to Zuo Mengeng?
Suddenly, it was time for school to end.
Everyone else ran very fast, but Zhu Cixiang was the only one who took his time, as if he could avoid the matter by procrastinating.
But when he walked to the door, he saw Zheng Chenggong and others already waiting.
Shi Lang and Dahu stood up on his left and right without saying a word.
"Let's go, let's fight."
This situation made Zhu Cixi very uncomfortable.
It's obvious that fighting is not good, so why are these friends so active?
At the school gate, the other party was indeed waiting.
A large number of people gathered on both sides, blocking the street next to the door.
There were many students outside watching the excitement, with no intention of leaving.
Zhu Cixiang was caught in the middle, and suddenly found that the protagonist was not himself.
"People named Zheng, let's talk about it first. If you lose today, what will you do in the future?"
Facing the other party's provocation, Zheng Chenggong's expression remained unchanged.
"With all your three-legged cat skills, think about how to go back and lie down for a few days."
The face on the other side was red, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Then let's do it. Single fight, or group fight?"
Before he finished speaking, a cheerful girl's voice came quickly from a distance.
"We were fighting, why didn't you call me?"
The crowd exclaimed and then gave way.
Then I saw a six or seven-year-old girl walking in with her head held high, followed by two big tigers.
