Classmate, he always spread dog food with the tyrant

After a few days, Jiang Sizheng hadn't canceled his vacation, and rumors began to spread in the Imperial College that Jiang Sizheng was recuperating.

The classmates chattered: "Jiang Sizheng has not come to school for four or five days. I heard that he is haunted by unclean things!"

"How is this possible? He is physically weak and has always been in poor health. It must be due to other illnesses and he is recuperating at home?"

"I heard that it was found in the Confucian Temple early in the morning. They all fainted. Can there be a fake?"

Qi You and Wei Jiuchao glanced at each other, then hurriedly lowered their heads.

Just as I was feeling anxious, I suddenly saw a classmate walking in with a smile on his face, urging him: "Master Qin Yi asked for leave, today will be replaced by riding and archery class, everyone go and change attire."

Qi You exploded immediately, today is Friday, and under his long gown is the underwear that makes the ears burn, how can he go to the riding and archery class?

After thinking for a while, Qi You grabbed the man and said, "I'm not feeling well, and I can't ride a horse."

The man shook his head: "Our Guozijian students always like to ask for leave. The master of the riding and archery class has a strict order, saying that as long as the person is still alive today, he will show up at the racecourse."

Next to the racecourse is a small courtyard with gray eaves, which is the changing place for the supervisors.

There is a screen as a partition in the changing room, and there are five or six small spaces of four feet square.There were few partitions, and the supervisors were always casual, and they all untied their belts and changed their riding clothes in the hall.

Qi You hugged the clothes and waited outside the screen, waiting for the people inside to come out.

"You want to line up to change inside the screen?" Zhao Zhao said with a smile, "There are only a few of us here, so why not take it off?"

Qi You gave him a white look: "I'm afraid of you guys."

Wei Jiuchao also found it strange. In the previous riding and archery class, Qi You always changed his clothes while talking and laughing. Why did he have to go inside the screen today?

"These students who went in are all from the south." Zhao Zhao said softly: "I heard that the south is very refined. Where are they so careless like us? The springs are all mixed together. There are partitions for them to change clothes and take a bath. No matter how bad it is, there are gauze curtains."

While speaking, Qi You quickly got into the screen and changed into the narrow-sleeved riding outfit. Wei Jiuchao smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Look at the belts around your waist, they are all crooked."

Qi You slapped him on the back of the hand he just stretched out: "Say hello before you do it."

"Did you say hello before you fucking did it?" Wei Jiuchao shook his red hands, gasping for air from the pain, "What kind of fanfare are you doing today?"

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Qi You couldn't help but step forward and rub him randomly: "I'm mentally ill today, don't worry about it."

Wei Jiuchao: "..."

Without saying anything, Wei Jiuchao lowered his head and tied the belt around Qi You's waist without complaint.

The teaching place is in the horse farm that comes with Guozijian. The horse farm is transformed from an abandoned yard. It is square and square, surrounded by gray eaves and low walls. The 800-meter race track is covered with two thin layers of loess, although it is not comparable to the horse farm outside. The scale is also enough for supervisors to use in class.

Qi You and the others changed their attire, and they were all smoky blue narrow-sleeved shirts of the same color, which were much more dashing than the daily toga with large sleeves.

As soon as they entered the racecourse, they saw Xiao Langyin and others sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree chatting.

The brilliant sun shone on the young man through the rustling leaves, Wei Jiuchao put his hand to his lips and howled loudly: "We—we—have—come——"

The people over there also used the same posture to pronounce the two characters, and it was the effect of pronouncing the ending sound of Wei Jiuchao as the echo of the valley.

Qi You smiled: "It's so stupid."

Zhao Zhao also shook his head: "Someone is stupid with us."

While laughing and laughing, Master Guan, who taught riding and archery, came into the racecourse neatly in a tight-sleeved outfit, and the teenagers all saluted: "Good morning, Master."

Seeing that all the handsome young men had changed into their clothes and their hair was in neat buns, Master Guan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Line up in the column first, and do some preparation activities before class. You usually sit for a long time, and you want to exercise your muscles and bones!"

The teenagers began to twist their arms and move their legs and feet. Qi You squinted against the sun, arched his back and stretched his back in fear, and moved his body slightly.

"Qi You, make your posture a standard!" Master Guan scolded, "Can blind gestures be useful?"

With his movements, the edge of the obscene trousers was always rubbing against the delicate skin of his legs, every move reminded Qi You of its existence.

It was so easy to finish the pre-class activities. Before Qi You breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the teaching assistant bring a few docile black horses with saddles and let them try riding.

The teenagers immediately became excited and lined up to try riding the tall and high-spirited horse. Naturally, Xiao Langyin was the first to mount the horse. He was skilled at bowing horses, lightly pulling the reins and galloping in the wind. After a slow lap, many people shouted get up.

Wei Jiuchao squatted at the horse-changing place, his eyes sparkled, and when he saw these people coming back, he rushed forward to catch up with Xiao Lang, who was controlling the horse, and said: "Lang Yin, I have a crush on your horse, and I will ride it in the next lap." You horse."

Xiao Langyin comforted the horse that suddenly kicked, and said coldly: "When others rein in their horses, don't rush forward again. If you startle the horse, not everyone has my riding skills!"

Wei Jiuchao didn't dare to chase any more, and waited for Xiao Langyin to calm down the black horse with a sleepy look before he took the whip and got on the horse.

Wei Jiuchao's riding skills were not as superb as Xiao Langyin's, but he was also skilled and steady, with fluttering clothes and a very heroic appearance.

Qi You stood quietly on the outside of the racecourse, the more he watched, the more frightened he became. God seemed to make things difficult for him, and asked him to take riding and archery lessons today, the movements when he lifted his robe, the wind direction when he rode the horse, and turning over when he got off the horse... ...It made him feel like the day was over.

While thinking about it, Master Guan had already passed on a message coldly: "The rest of you who haven't run the horses, stand in front, after you finish the runs, everyone will run the horses again, and then you can practice archery."

Qi You stepped forward bravely, grabbed the saddle tightly, and turned on the horse as if death was at home.

As soon as he sat on the horseback, Qi You cleared his voice unnaturally, and pretended to be casually looking at the bustling classmates. The students were all chattering about the upcoming archery class. Even Wei Jiuchao was also trying his bow. Didn't even look at him out of the corner of his eye.

Qi You was slightly relieved, endured the discomfort of the rough saddle under him, and swung the horse.

The horse's back was bumping, and the exposed flesh was already tender. At this moment, it was tightly attached to the fabric hook of the saddle. Qi You was so excited by the hot pain that he almost shed tears. He lifted his buttocks and leaned crookedly, and beat the horse hard in circles against the wind. , couldn't help scolding Yong Chi hundreds of times.

After getting off the horse, Qi You couldn't help sniffling. He could feel the pain in the base of his thigh from being worn by the saddle, maybe the flesh was torn.

Qi You saw that his classmates were all riding horses and shooting arrows on their own. No one paid attention to him, so he hurriedly turned sideways and reluctantly walked to the changing room.

Passing by the pavilion along the way, several classmates sat around the stone table in the pavilion and shouted to him: "Ah You, there are crispy lotus root and grapes here, come and taste it."

"No." Qi You waved his hands in distress, trying to keep his pace normal: "I'm a little hot, go to the shade of the tree over there to cool off."

There was no one in the changing room, Qi You looked around, sighed lightly, opened the black lacquer cabinet and took the spare gauze and wound medicine in the room, and sat sideways on the couch behind the screen to breathe.

After a while, he calmed down a little, he hesitated and stretched out his hand to lift up his shirt, and lightly touched the painful place with gauze, Qi You's shoulders trembled slightly, and he almost bit his lip to stop his moaning.

Looking at the gauze again, it was indeed stained with blood. Qi You was always afraid of pain, so he moaned and lay on the couch for a long while before slowly applying the good medicine to himself.

Qi You tidied up his clothes, and just as he stepped out of the screen, he was stunned and stuck in place like a wooden stake...

Xiao Langyin stood outside the screen, looking at the gauze wound medicine in his hand, his expression was unpredictable.

The author has something to say: Ah You, it is super dangerous to dress irregularly in physical education class!