Confucian General [Ancient and Modern]

The moment the light came on brightly, he was stung and closed his eyes uncomfortably, and then he closed his eyes and walked to a wall. On that wall was an ancient scroll.

On the scroll is a general standing under a tree, wearing silver armor, holding a spear, and riding a black horse.

He has probably received the greatest favor from the Creator. His handsome face is as dazzling as a sun god. At this time, there is a smile on his lips, and his eyes are looking into the distance, as if seeing something interesting.

Su Cong's hand gradually touched the face of the person in the painting, and then gradually lingered to the corner of his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Ah Shang...Ah Shang..."

There seemed to be something glittering and translucent in the corner of his eye, which reflected a little light under the white light, and then landed on the signature position in the lower right corner:

On the eighth day of the first lunar month in the fifth and fourth year of the Jinyuan calendar, do not give Shangzhi calligraphy.

On the top of this letter, there is also a seal with a dragon pattern, which has been blurred for a long time. Su Cong knocked his head on his arm, closed his eyes, frowned, but his mouth gradually grinned. , "Ah Shang, I finally... waited for you."

After returning, Su Shang entered the room, sat upright on his bed and began to be in a daze.

His mind was blank, as if he hadn't thought about anything, and he seemed to have thought about everything. In the end, he was startled by the sudden vibration of the mobile phone.

The group number on the mobile phone representing the class □□ group keeps sending out new messages. Su Shang looked at it and didn’t speak. After reading the messages, he realized that the reason for everyone’s discussion was because the class teacher said that a new classmate would transfer to him on Monday. to class.

The first half of the third year of high school is almost over, will someone transfer?

Su Shang blinked, then turned off the screen of the phone, put the phone aside, and started to study physics problems.

But after a while, the phone started to vibrate again, and this time it was still a private chat.

Su Shang put down the pen in his hand, and found that it was the head teacher who asked him to send him a private message.

Teacher Wang: Su Shang, the newly transferred classmate will sit at the same table with you on Monday, do you have any objections?

Su Shang: No.

Teacher Wang: Come early on Monday to make a good impression on others.

Su Shang:?

Teacher Wang: Come to my office on Monday morning, and I will explain it to you in detail.

Su Shang: OK.

Apart from Fang Li, Su Shang's tablemates are all girls. I don't know how the teacher arranged them. The whole class's positions were rearranged this morning, and it became a vertical order of [-]. Unfortunately, Fang Li and Su Shang were separated by the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

Since the teacher emphasized in the class that it is not allowed to change seats privately this time, Fang Li did not dare to commit crimes again, obediently holding the pancakes and fruit and sports drinks he bought on the side of the road and began to gobble them up.

Su Shang didn't eat at home because he got up early on purpose. When he came out, Fang Li grabbed his coat and ran out when he heard the noise.

He put his schoolbag on the seat with his name on it, and then walked out of the classroom.

When Su Shang opened the door and entered, there was only the teacher who came to the school early on purpose in the head teacher's office, and it seemed a little quiet.

"Su Shang?" Teacher Wang looked up at him, kept moving his hands, raised his chin, and pointed to the stool next to the desk, "Sit here."

Su Shang sat down softly, put his hands on his knees, his back was straight, his eyes were bright, and his delicate appearance made Mr. Wang feel a lot better.

"The new transfer student in our class today has a lot of background." Teacher Wang took out a portfolio from her bag, then handed it to Su Shang, and said with a frown, "He asked you to be his deskmate by name. The principal yesterday After discussing with me for a long time, I decided to come to ask you what you mean."

Su Shang tightened his hand holding the file, looked at the wrinkled woman in front of him, and smiled slightly, "You are the teacher, and I am the student. I just listen to you."

"Hey." Teacher Wang pushed the glasses on her face. In private, she was not serious in class. There was no one in the left and right classrooms at the moment. She said softly, "Teacher, I don't know what's going on with you and Chen Ruiyan. It’s just that the transfer student today heard that he has a good relationship with Chen Ruiyan, and I know that your family background is not bad, your sister and the teacher’s daughter are classmates, and they still keep in touch..."

"Teacher can't help it. If you can't, you should consider the issue of transferring schools." After Mr. Wang said this, he looked at Su Shang's smiling face, and felt in his heart that since that incident passed, the child has been as well-behaved as a child. A son of the Wen family who studies poetry and etiquette, if she is not teaching mathematics but history, I am afraid she will like him more.

"I understand." Su Shang didn't look at the file, and handed it back, "Teacher, don't worry, we are not young now, even if this classmate is malicious to me, he will never be so bold .”

Only then did Teacher Wang nod worriedly, and finally hesitated, looking at the time on the wall, "Just sit with me for a while, and come with me after class."

Su Shang didn't refuse either, but just said: "Teacher, why don't you come to the office to see you as a transfer student?"

Only then did Teacher Wang frowned and said, "Oh, I'll forget it if you don't tell me, so go back first."

Su Shang got up with a smile, nodded to Teacher Wang, then turned and walked out.

At the moment the time on the wall is 25:5, and there are only [-] minutes left before class.

Su Shang casually opened the door, and then saw a pair of brand new black leather shoes in his sight.

He took a step back, and when he looked up, his face was already pale, "Second Young Master Su."

Su Cong put his hands next to his trousers, and he was wearing clothes that finally fit a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but the vest and sweater that were obviously too bookish obviously didn't match his expressionless face at the moment.

Su Shang smiled, then turned to let him in, Su Cong glanced at him slightly, and walked into the office as expected.

Behind him, the two men in black clothes and dark ink who looked like bodyguards stood outside the door with cold faces and said nothing.

Before Su Shang left, he looked at the soles of the feet and legs of the two people. They were covered by loose suit pants, but the muscles on their faces were slightly stretched, so it was obvious that the two had never been relaxed.

Su Cong's appearance in class really caused a round of excitement. Many girls were blushing and discussing Su Cong with their acquaintances below—most of them revolved around the other party's appearance and that 'iceberg' temperament .

Teacher Wang didn't give too much introduction to Su Cong, and he didn't intend to let the other party say anything—since he entered the office, he basically didn't say a word unless he asked the necessary questions. Minutes made her live like five years.

When Su Cong stepped off the podium, many boys and girls looked up at him with envious eyes that they didn't realize.

At this time, the boy was fresh and refined among the boys of the same age when he dressed up a little bit. There was Su Shang in the class who was handsome enough without wearing a school uniform, but although Su Shang had a good temper, there were too many girls around him. , plus he always has a gentlemanly feeling, as if he is too embarrassed to say anything when he is around.

Therefore, now that this new handsome guy came, he was a little uneasy.

But then everyone found out that this newcomer not only didn't turn out as everyone expected, but blocked their original popular and talkative Su Shang.

In the most direct way, no one dared to ask him to borrow Su Shang's notes after class.

This morning, Fang Li woke up after school, but Su Shang couldn't get out of his seat. Similarly, Su Cong beside him didn't even take a step out of his seat.

When Fang Li got up, he subconsciously wanted to tell Su Shang to leave and go home, but he didn't expect that the half-stretched hand was stopped by the other hand.

Different from Su Shang's hands with some flesh on them, these hands have distinct joints and are hot. Fang Li was startled awake immediately, looking at the person who reached out to stop him, he was dumbfounded: "Who are you?"

Before Su Shang opened his mouth to speak, Su Cong on the side spoke in a deep voice, "Su Cong."

"Who is Su Cong? I don't know." Fang Li frowned and shook off Su Cong's hand, and walked to the front row, trying to make Su Shang turn over the table and get out.

Su Shang didn't get up, instead Fang Li smiled and said, "Fang Li, you go first."

"...No," Fang Li was extremely confused, "What's going on?"

"If you don't explain it to me today, I won't leave!" Fang Li was worried that Su Shang would be bullied again. The kid next to him seemed harmless, but when he was holding his hand just now, he used The strength made him even feel like the other party wanted to break his hand off.

Su Shang was helpless, glanced at the person next to him, then shook the phone at Fang Li, and then typed a few words on the phone.

Fang Li felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, so he took it out to look at it with a cold face, and then breathed out forcefully through his nose, "Huh!"

When Fang Li left, he closed the door as Su Shang said. At this time, there was no one in the classroom, and there were loud and laughing noises from the students when they came home, so it wasn't quiet and uncomfortable.

Su Shang looked down at his hands and smiled, "When did you recognize me?"

Su Cong sat on the table in front of him, looked down at the top of Su Shang's head, he no longer had that ink-like hair, and now the short hair is soft and docile on his head, making him seem a bit obedient .

"Do I still need to recognize you?" Su Cong stared at the top of Su Shang's head, and gradually clenched his hands.

"Ao Farewell." Su Shang raised his head, his eyes were deep, looking at Su Cong as if looking at a mischievous junior, "What you do is useless except to embarrass us both more."