[Qin] Qin Shi

Bai Shu grabs the ground with his head, uh, grabs the table?

However, before his head hit the boiled noodles, a hand was placed on his forehead, blocking his downward impact: "What's wrong?"

On the side is a question of concern.

"I don't want to take a history class——" Bai Shu slowed down the momentum, and in a posture that can be called double-speed slowing down, pressed the opponent's hand between the table and his forehead, and then relaxed, "—too shameful It's really embarrassing."

The man let out a chuckle: "You said the same thing last class."

It's okay if you don't say anything, Bai Shu got excited when he said it, and he turned his head to look at his deskmate: "Isn't this era fastidious, breaking feudal superstitions, and cleaning up the cult of personality? It's cleaning! It's breaking! Everyone has boasted about me throughout the ages," Ka said, "Mr. Wu'an's?"

The smile on the face of the person who was asked back became more and more comfortable: "Maybe it's because it's too tragic?" He rested his hand on the pillow, then turned sideways to face the same table, finding a comfortable position, "A king Dare to use it, a general dares to fight, half of Daqin's land is..."

The young man blurted out his address: "From now on, I will feel more emotional if I don't see such a monarch and minister again."

"Ah——" Bai Shu turned his head, and put his eyes directly into the opponent's palm, "——it's really too embarrassing."

"Shame?" The front desk leaned back, pressed the back of his head on the back desk, and rolled his eyes at the classmates behind him, "What shameful things are you talking about?"

"Mr. Wu An feels ashamed that he must be called by his name in every class." Seeing Bai Shu still looking like an ostrich, the tablemate replied with a smile, "Li Bai blows in Chinese class, Li Bai finishes playing Du Fu, and Du Fu blows. After playing Song Ming, he continued to play, and after the Chinese class, this history class, he had to continue to be blown."

"Hahahaha!" Speaking of this, the front table became interested, he straightened his head again, sat up and sat down on the chair, with his arms propped on the front of Bai Shu's table, "I can't help it, who told you to occupy the sky, your family You have sent Renhe to you again——Mr. Wu An, look at your neighbor, if they want to be famous, they can only be called Zhao Gao!"

In fact, it was called Zhao Zheng at that time, but someone who only wrote the word Ying Zheng in the textbook laughed and said nothing.

"Are you molesting our Mr. Wu An again?" The classmate who came back from class to pick up the water knew what happened when he saw Bai Shu's appearance. With a 40-meter long knife, it’s not good to kill in our class!”

Enough is enough, but it is not.

"I just can't figure it out," the girl across the aisle also joined the conversation, but she obviously still condemned more, "Wu Anjun is such a handsome person, Bai Shu, why don't you like him."

Bai Shu was sure that he heard a muffled laugh from Ying Zheng beside him.

"No dislike..."

"If you like it, why do you fail history every time?" The female student who was the representative of the history class asked, "My great Qin has nearly a thousand years of history, but you can still write it as Qin II and die? How did black powder become a Taoist alchemy?" A failed invention? And the territory—I, Wu An Jun, went straight into the Western Regions with a silver gun and was eaten by you?"

...Fuck, why didn't I hang myself on the day I crossed over again?

I will also let you have a taste of what it is like to be tested at the beginning of the school, the ancient history is all wrong, and the achievements of Chinese recitation are at a loss.

"It's a shame to be called 'Bai Shu'." This girl is obviously a fanatical Wu'an Jun fan. "It really tarnishes my idol."

A certain king beside him smiled even more happily, and Bai Shu could even hear the panting in the other's house.

"Hey, don't be angry as the representative of the history class. If it were you, the Chinese class would boast about you, the mathematics and physics class would mention you, history and ancient history would mention you, modern history would mention you, and even Western history could involve you. This kind of time management Strong man, no one can stand up to anyone, can't he--our class Wu'an Jun has long been weak."

Bai Shu no longer has the strength to care about this kind of thing, because it's really, it's too shameful.

"I really don't understand. He is just an ordinary person." Bai Shu closed his eyes, feeling the temperature of another person's palm under his eyes, trying to escape, "Why is the whole world flattering him?"

So in the remaining 5 minutes between classes, he had to listen to the impassioned statement of the history class representative in his aisle, "Wu An Jun Bai Shu" had a great influence on ancient history and all kinds of subtle influences on modern history.

"You have to provoke her." The female classmate who was about to make a "pilgrimage" didn't stop until the class bell rang, "Her first male god is Wu Anjun, and even the first emperor is ranked behind. This is not the first time you know But I think what he said is quite right, His Majesty's Lord Wu An deserves the praise of the whole world."

Ying Zheng stopped, changed the textbooks on the table, and answered in a low voice under the cover of the bell.

"You sounded good, why can you take the credit for me?" Bai Shu sat up straight and muttered softly.

"Because I'm greedy for meritorious deeds?" After standing up and saluting, Ying Zheng sat down. After thinking for a while, he replied, "I just opened the cage and released the young eagle, but I accidentally got a prey from the grassland?"

The eyes Bai Shu looked at Ying Zheng were filled with 'condemnation' and 'you have changed'.

Ying Zheng smiled even more happily: "Because the world can't see a beauty getting old, and a hero grow old." His heart softened towards Bai Shu, "What's more, I'm lonely and angry. I will mourn you in front of the court every year and festival. A few words, even if you die, don’t forget to respond with a few words—such a monarch and minister, what more can a husband ask for?"

"You're disgusting." Thinking of those grotesque eulogies, one could tell at a glance that the eulogy was written by Li Siwen, "Yesterday they gossiped, saying that the fact that you gave Li Si a task to write ten articles every year is true or not."

"Fake," Ying Zheng mouthed, "Ten articles are not enough, this is the task of the entire court civil servants—but he has a good literary talent, so he uses it more frequently."

what is this?

Is the composition of the ancient version last night?

I choose Liz's ten thanks.

Ying Zheng looked at Bai Shu who believed everything he said without any verification, and laughed silently.

Lie to you, you also believe it.

"By the way, what game have you been playing lately?" After finally surviving the history class, Ying Zheng leaned against the wall behind him, stepping on the legs of the chair at the same table, without the restraint and dignity of a nobleman at all.

"Ah?" Bai Shu didn't react, "It's a good score."

"...You know what I'm talking about." Ying Zheng exerted a little force on his calf, signaling that if the other party dared to go around in circles, he would kick the other party over directly - after all, leaning against the wall and kicking someone else's chair is the most enjoyable .

"No fight." Bai Shu raised his hand in surrender, "By the way, you're excited to see other people having sex?"

As for Ying Zheng, he looked at Bai Shu with a complicated expression, his dark eyes read him thoroughly from top to bottom like a scanner, like a lie detector, and the guilty Bai Shu was horrified: "What do you mean?" If you didn't fight, you didn't fight."

Bai Shu showed a bright smile with eight teeth: "Sir General, fetch water for you?"

"I'm sure, kneel down!" Ying Zheng straightened his legs and sent the man out.

Naturally, Bai Shu's skills couldn't be knocked down by such a small move. He got Ying Zheng's water cup, and was called 'grandson' and 'father' several times along the way, and ran to fetch water with eight or nine water bottles.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, remembering the third volume of yesterday's game update.

Across the screen, the king's hand pinched the neck of the traveler who came from later generations, his jointed fingers and the muscles on the back of his hand tensed: [Maintain history? 】

The words flashing on the screen were also questioning him in front of the screen.

[Who stipulates the history, who writes the history, and who establishes the history? 】I can only see the movement of the traveler struggling to break his hand,【Why do you say that if he wants to die, he must die? 】

In the game, when the Majesty was found, the general of Lord Yanbei had just set off, and the king was full of ambition.

[My Great Qin,] the king's expression is determined, [If even he can't be rescued, it won't be tolerated.Then how can I call this world, this country, the master? 】

No one can accept that a close friend who just left yesterday will lose his body and lose his loyalty in a foreign land in the future.

He stayed up all night and finished six chapters. Looking at the rising sun outside the window, his heart was full of jealousy and ridicule.

He scoffed at the idea of ​​planning, if he knew the ending of the story back then, he would neither force him to return to court like in the game, nor would he send the most elite guards to force him not to go to the battlefield.

However, such thoughts are only fleeting, followed by naked ridicule - really not?

"Here, water."

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and saw Bai Shu holding a close friend who was deliberately made to have a green kettle with a sense of time: "Bai Shu," he whispered, watching his friend turn to his face in doubt, "What will the next class be?" with?"

"Ah—stop it." Bai Shula had a long face, "I hate the ideological education class."

"But at least there is no personality cult anymore." Ying Zheng laughed.

That's great, this age.

The most troublesome thing is whether I have finished my homework, why there are such strange subjects, why I can't pass the game, and who is higher and who is lower in the test scores.

It's great that you're still here.

He is so jealous, the self in that game has so many opportunities to start over, to try again and again to save you, even if it fails, there will be other opportunities in the end.

'Guess what, is it male or female? '

He was so jealous that at the very end he made up for his only regret.

"If it's a mother-in-law, I will seal you Wu'an Jun alone."If it's male, you can continue to be your Yanbei Lord. '

"Mr. Wu An," Ying Zheng looked at Bai Shu, "what does it mean to you?"

"Ah?" Bai Shu didn't understand why Ying Zheng asked this suddenly, he looked at his tablemate blankly, "Actually, it's a title that feels majestic and majestic——Great Qin Wu'an Jun, isn't it cool?"

It's just Daqin's, Mr. Wu'an.

"That's it." Ying Zheng turned his head, turned the water glass and took a sip of the hot water.

[Your Majesty,] the general who is about to go to war grinned and stuffed the imperial decree he had just written into his arms, [Wait for the plum blossoms to bloom in the mountains, and you will have the first unified China without any wars. . 】

The king, who had struggled but could never change the established outcome, opened his hands and embraced the general who had never returned. He opened his lips but couldn't even say the simplest three words 'sorry'.

Sorry I couldn't save you.

General, this chaotic world is like hemp, may you have a splendid life in the next life.