Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 747 Today
Marco Polo x Angela. "How to Pursue Tsundere."

"My dear miss, are you not feeling well today? Why do you look unhappy?"

King's Academy.
This college is the best school in Chang'an City. It is said that the instructors inside are all first-class, such as the teacher Zhuang Zhou who always looks sleepy, and the teacher Jiang Ziya who likes to take the bait from volunteers, etc. wait.
Originally, in order to prevent puppy love, boys and girls were not allowed to be at the same table. But because Marco Polo came from Italy, he was not very familiar with Eastern culture and customs. It is also more convenient to communicate, so the head teacher kept letting them sit together.
Early this morning, Marco Polo saw his classmate Angela looking out of the window with one hand resting on her chin, with a piece of pink letter paper pressed under her elbow. Marco Polo casually pulled out the chair and finished , just about to look at the words on the paper, but Angela hurriedly hid the letter paper.
Marco Polo looked suspiciously at Angela, whose ear tips were red, and simply thought that she was not feeling well. He pondered for two seconds, and still put the back of his hand on her forehead without saying a word.
Not hot. The temperature that normal people should have.
Marco Polo breathed a sigh of relief—it’s good that he’s not sick. Angela was a little dissatisfied at this time, puffing up her face and trying to show a fierce look.
"Hey, do you know that it's rude to touch girls casually? Besides, I'm not sick -"

Angela was already delicate and beautiful, like a real-life doll. This puffed up face made her look even cuter. Marco Polo chuckled helplessly, and then asked.
"Then why is my dear lady unhappy? I don't mind hearing her story."

Marco Polo is used to calling Angela "Dear Miss". Although Angela has corrected his address many times, he still can't get rid of his oral habit. Angela threw him an English textbook, and she There is indeed something to hide from Marco Polo, but he knows it will happen sooner or later, so Angela is not going to tell him yet.
"It's not a love letter, is it?"

Thinking of the pink and tender color of the letter paper, Marco Polo had a bit of an epiphany. Could it be that some boy fell in love with Angela and wrote her a love letter. What earthy love words were written on the love letter?
"It's indeed a love letter, but—"

Angela stood up—although she was sitting barely level with Marco Polo when she stood up—stretched out a hand to poke a strand of hair falling from Marco Polo's forehead, and smiled mysteriously.
"You'll know when the time comes—"

You will know when the time comes?
Why does this sound like the old saying "You'll know it when you grow up"?
Although he was very curious about this matter, Marco Polo respected the girl's privacy, so he didn't ask any more questions.
By the afternoon, Marco Polo knew the whole story.
Angela stood on tiptoe and handed the two-page love letter to Marco Polo solemnly. She probably wrote it in English because she was afraid that Marco Polo would not understand it.
"Is this for me...?"

Marco Polo was stunned for two seconds. With a quick mind, he quickly realized that Angela was writing a love letter to himself in the morning. In order to surprise himself, he hurriedly hid the love letter after he saw it.
"Oh. Why are you so troublesome. Just say no."

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Ming Yi.
I
"I will become the angel you love in fairy tales, and I will protect you with open arms..."

In the DV, the singer held a black microphone and sang affectionately in Chinese, the loneliness in his pupils was blown away by the breeze.
Yi Xing slowly closed his clear eyes, turned his slender fingers to the switch of DV at an extremely slow speed, rubbed his fingertips and pressed it—the low and lonely voice suddenly disappeared into the air. mist.
—Will you and me have a happy ending like the prince and princess in the fairy tale...

II
Yi Xing has a secret—a secret that only he knows.
—He fell in love with his teacher.
The teacher's surname is very rare, and his name also has a fresh and beautiful atmosphere.
—Ming Shiyin.
Every time he sees him giving lectures to other students solemnly and affectionately, Yi Xing feels a pang in his heart——

Why does it feel like—?
Yi Xing felt more and more artificial, two lines of tears rolled down his fair cheeks.
Heh—I actually fell in love with my teacher.
What a sarcasm.
III
"A Li."

Yixing slowly curled up his legs and sat on the chair. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the smiling girl opposite, and his lips moved and he whispered.
"Xing would like to ask—what should I do if I like someone—"

A Li bit the cream ice cream in his hand, pursed his lips and chuckled lightly after hearing Yi Xing's words, licked the cream at the corner of his lips, glanced at Yi Xing meaningfully, and asked after thinking for a few seconds.
"What kind of person is she?"

Yixing pursed his lips tightly, with his thin nails embedded in his palm, he hesitated for a long time before saying.
"He—this is a fine man—"

Ah Li let out a groan, his soft rabbit ears fluttered, and he rested his chin with one hand as if realizing something.
"Then—let him have no choice but to like you—"

IV
"Which classmate is this injured?"

The dean raised his finger in distress and pressed his temple. Looking at the hurt and wronged young man, he turned to ask his little secretary.
The little secretary quickly turned on the LCD computer, typed on the keyboard for a while with her slender fingers, and then replied.
"This is the fifth one today."

The little secretary paused, then lowered her voice and added mysteriously.
"The injured students all have one thing in common - they are students of Teacher Ming Shiyin."

V
"Teacher, I like you—"

Yi Xing held bright roses in his hands, and his shoulder-length hair was pulled into a low ponytail by a headband. His delicate face was full of solemn expressions.
Ming Shiyin, who was fiddling with peony flowers, froze his fingers and said sharply.
"Those classmates, you were the one who hurt them."

Yixing's lips curled into a faint smile, he casually threw away the bouquet of roses, and stretched his arms around Ming Shiyin's slender body.
"Yeah—teacher—now you can only like me."

VI
After the confession that day, Ming Shiyin applied for resignation - he stayed away from Yi Xing in this way.
——Yixing never saw him again.
Yi Xing often looks at the blue sky in a daze, with Guangliang's famous song "Childhood" rippling in his ears. Listening to the melancholy and long song, tears gradually filled his eyes.
—Will you and I have a fairytale ending...

Bowl.
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Sima Yi & Zhuge Liang

"The world is like chess, one move counts three times."
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The blue magic ball hangs faintly in mid-air, supported by an invisible force
"Some idiots fan fan all year round."
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The shiny sickle reflects the broken silver moonlight, which is cold and ruthless. It seems that the blood of innocent people will be stained in the next second
"This step, you lose."
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Kong Ming stood there silently, shaking the feather fan in his hand as if carelessly, with a contemptuous smile on his lips
The electronic magic ball flew across the cold air, and hit the person in the shadows straight
The black mist gradually dispersed, and a blood-red eye appeared without warning, swallowing the magic ball like a bottomless dry well.
The bright red light scattered dazzlingly, accompanied by a disdainful sneer
"Solo in the middle. Come on."
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Kong Ming put on a posture of not being happy with things but not sad with himself, turning his wrist and fanning the exquisite feather fan against the chin of his boss Sima Yi
"The loser. Women's clothes."
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Ladies?Ah
"Stupid fan fan, don't regret losing."
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Kong Ming narrowed his blue eyes indifferently, and stepped back a few steps with his toes on his face.
The huge impact hit Sima Yi in a chilly manner, with a dazzling blue light..
"There is no justice in this world."
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The sickle was raised obliquely, covering the pair of chilling blood eyes.
The tip of the knife brushed across the endless night, Sima Yi turned sideways and dodged lightly, landing without making a sound..
The impact hit the ground impartially, creating a deep pothole..
"Heh. At this step, you still lost."
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The magic ball hit Sima Yi's back mercilessly, he had no time to dodge, and hit the cold ground with his knees bent.
The fresh thick blood spread from the lips and spread slowly. Kong Ming's leisurely voice still lingered in his ears
"Women's clothing. See you soon."
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The next day, Cao Mengde said that his military adviser still looks a little bit better in women's clothing..
The jet-black hair half slanted down to cover the piercingly white side face, and the long and wide skirt was tied crookedly around the body. There was a touch of white roses on the chest. The skirt tightly wrapped around the ankles. hang down slowly
It is said that Xuande and Bofu laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, and they were both sent to Bian Que the next day..
The reason is that it was attacked by an unknown black mist.
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Zhou Shi. "Report to Teacher."

"Report to the teacher! I finished my homework very seriously today—"

"Report teacher! I'm not late today—"

"Report to the teacher! I am very good today—"

"Report to the teacher..."

Reporting to the teacher is Xi Shi's mantra. Every time she reports the situation to her mentor Zhuang Zhou, Xi Shi always straightens her waist and tightens her face, pretending to be very serious and serious. The military salute made Zhuang Zhou angry and funny.
In Zhuang Zhou's words, Xi Shi belongs to the kind of girl who is "excessively enthusiastic". Xi Shi's temperament is lively and loves to laugh, and she is very popular with her classmates. Also because she handles things in an orderly manner, Zhuang Zhou let her be the monitor.
So every time I was with Zhuang Zhou, the tutor could see a little girl reporting to Zhuang Zhou the situation in the class very seriously. For example, Meng Ya casually set off bombs. It’s a bomb! Yao is sick again Ah, little Luban is getting bored with Master Luban again, disturbing the aesthetics of the students, everything.
Xi Shi would ask Zhuang Zhou to report the situation in the class every day. Even if nothing happened in the class that day, Xi Shi would find something to report. For example, today. When he fell ill, Meng Ya honestly flipped through the textbook with a frowning face—oh, although the textbook was turned upside down. Little Lu Ban was also studying the assembled model that Master Lu Ban gave him. Everything was quiet and unusual.
But is Shih Tzu that kind of quiet girl?of course not.
"Report to the teacher!"

Standing outside Zhuang Zhou's mentor's office, Xi Shi pushed the door open with her chest up and went in, saluted exaggeratedly, and then stopped talking.
Zhuang Zhou narrowed his eyes and waited for her to finish her words. But he didn't know that Xi Shi was just trying to make him lose his appetite, so he was silent for a while.
"What's the matter today?"

It was Zhuang Zhou who took the lead in breaking this embarrassing situation. He put down his half-read Zhou Gong’s Interpretation of Dreams, and stared at Xi Shi calmly with blue eyes.
"Report teacher, I lost a hair today..."

Lost a hair?Do you want me to buy hair tonic for you?
Zhuang Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just waved his hand to signal Xi Shi to leave, but Xi Shi spoke again.
"Also, I saw your butterfly in the flowers today. I was right there at the time, and the butterflies all circled around me. They must have been attracted by my beauty—"

Zhuang Zhou glanced at the flowers outside the window, then at the butterfly in his office, and pursed his lips in disbelief. He didn't know how his butterfly got out...

Wait, the point seems wrong.
"Student Xishi, if you have nothing important to do, just go back to class."

Seeing that he couldn't arouse Zhuang Zhou's interest, Xi Shi was a little depressed. This mentor, EQ and IQ must be inversely proportional, it must be.
"Teacher, don't you want to see me that much—I'm so cute, why don't you like me—"

Xi Shi knew that Zhuang Zhou was most afraid of girls crying, so Xi Shi, the playwright, pretended to be very wronged, and shed two tears realistically—pretending to be a bit fake, but Zhuang Zhou still believed it. up.
"Don't cry, classmate Xi Shi...then just sit here for a while."

Only then did Xi Shi smile through her tears, and sat down on the Kun-shaped cushion with satisfaction.
"Report teacher! Now I'm happy—"

Zhuang Zhou shook his head helplessly, but inadvertently curled the corners of his lips.
What a little naughty.
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Bin Ji. "Sorrowful."

He is a beloved angel who always lives in the sun.
She is a despised devil who always lives in the shadows.
The first encounter is so beautiful, but it is like a very fragile bubble, fleeting.
"Are you an angel? You are so beautiful."

Cai Wenji slowly raised her head to look at the person who looked like an angel, her crimson eyes were full of longing. If she could be like an angel... how wonderful it would be to live freely in the sun. But she can't——because she is a devil. Sin .evil devil.
Sun Bin didn't seem to react, he was stunned for a long time before he bent his eyes, rubbed Cai Wenji's short hair, and nodded with a smile.
"Then—can I touch your wings?"

Seeing that the angel didn't seem to be hostile to her, Cai Wenji plucked up the courage to ask. Sun Bin smiled slightly. Although he knew that the little girl in front of him was a devil, the child was innocent. So he bent down Come, let Cai Wenji touch her wings.
Cai Wenji couldn't hold back her excitement, and tremblingly reached out to touch Sun Bin's wings. When her fingertips touched the snow-white wings, Cai Wenji blinked her eyes, and then curled the corners of her lips. No one has ever been so kind to her. People just regard her as a devil. They only despise her and hate her.
"My name is Cai Wenji. This flower...is for you."

Cai Wenji slowly handed a deep purple rose flower to Sun Bin, and tiptoed to pin it on his wing. A rose flower fell on the snow-white wing, which was extraordinarily dazzling. It seems that angels should not have such darkness of color.
But Sun Bin didn't care about these things. After all, if you vote for a plum, you will get a peach, so Sun Bin tore off a feather and handed it to the innocent and lovely Cai Wenji.
"My name is Sun Bin. My name is Boling."

Cai Wenji twirled on the Hujiaqin, and immediately announced her name.
"Cai Wenji——My name is Cai Wenji. But...Wenji is a devil...They don't like Wenji...."

Sun Bin listened silently to Cai Wenji telling her story. He didn't interrupt, but just sat there quietly and listened.
"Wen Ji obviously didn't do anything. But because Wen Ji is a devil, they hate Wen Ji..."

After hearing the pathos in Cai Wenji's words, Sun Bin put his arms around the slender girl and smiled as warmly as jade.
"I will not hate you. I will never hate you."

Even if the devil committed a heinous crime, the child is innocent.
Sun Bin didn't know that the rose that Cai Wenji put on for him actually caused him a fatal injury.
"An angel's white wings are defiled by a demon, he must be sentenced to death—"

"Why...why do they want to execute you in front of me...why!"

Looking at Sun Bin who was tightly bound, Cai Wenji had tears in her eyes. She wanted to save Sun Bin, but was stopped. She was just a child, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly. The angel who once brought him warmth was put to death.
"Remember to close your eyes, Burling doesn't want you to see Burling in pain..."

Sun Bin pulled a bleak smile weakly, and watched Cai Wenji tremble and close her eyes. She covered her eyes with her small hands, but couldn't help but peek between her fingers.
The pure white wings were torn apart mercilessly, and fresh thick blood flowed out slowly.
"Why did you hurt Brother Boling...! The person you should execute is obviously Wen Ji..."

Cai Wenji was sobbing, her voice getting smaller and smaller. She watched Sun Bin fall, her fingers trembled twice and then became flat. The fairy beside her sneered.
"I just want to keep you alive. Let you live in pain and despise and disgust."

Just to keep Wen Ji alive...

Let Wen Ji live in such pain...

Why exactly...

What did Wenji do wrong...

Since Brother Bo Ling is gone...then Wen Ji has no point in living...

Cai Wenji stabbed the dagger she carried with her for self-defense into her heart almost without hesitation.
Brother Boling, Wenji is here to accompany you.
(End of this chapter)