Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The carriage drove through Jixian Hutong and stopped on the bluestone brick floor in front of the gate of the Imperial College.

The Guozijian in the Ming Dynasty was a structure integrating temples and schools, with Confucian temples on the left and school halls on the right, and green brick verandahs. She, the first emperor emphasized literature, approved more than 600 mu of land to the Imperial College with a stroke of a pen, and built the Ryukyu Academy Hall, Hezangshu Pavilion, and School Medical Hall for overseas students.

In the entire Guozijian, only the vegetable field outside the Tengzihao school building in the east has been deserted. He Zhiyang likes Cuju, and just discussed with Huo Yao a few months ago, and set up a small Cuju field here.

In the end, he didn't feel complacent for two days, and was assigned to Jin Yiwei, an uninvited guest.

It's so irritating!Must be suppressed!

A few people deliberately walked along the path to the vegetable garden to step on the boundary line between the two schools. Seeing the clear landmark marks, He Zhiyang's heart twitched in pain.

There were several piles of bricks stacked beside the landmark line, and Huo Yao's expression sank: "These Jinyiwei will never spit out what they eat. Look, they still want to build a wall!"

The imperial decree only said that Jinyiwei should move to the east side of the Imperial College, but did not specify the specific scope and time. This line was temporarily drawn by the people of Jinyiwei. After the wall was built, the rice was cooked and cooked.

It really didn't leave any room for negotiation, and I didn't intend to ask for the slightest bit of face.

As expected of Jin Yiwei!

Several people felt a bit of hatred and grief for Jin Yiwei who had never shown up. He Zhiyang took a deep breath of cold wind: "Let them be proud for a few days, and go report first. Fortunately, the school building of Tengzihao is in our hands."

Because it was Xiu Mu, the gate of the Imperial College was closed tightly, and the hall number and name were reported before he was let in.

A few people were about to go to the school building, when a senior came over and stopped him: "Are you from Chongzhitang? First go to the terrace to gather, and the supervisor will allocate bedrooms uniformly after half an hour."

Guozijian is divided into six halls, one hall is equivalent to one grade.

Chongzhi, Guangye, and Zhengyi belong to the junior hall, and their studies are seriously undersaturated, and most of the students live quite comfortably.

The remaining three halls are high-level halls, and there is still a year to face the Jinshi examination. They are bald troops who don't even have time to line up for meals.

The few people didn't think much, and followed the senior to the balcony, where all the students in the hall were indeed, yelling in a mess.

As soon as Jin Yiwei came, many students from other halls fled home overnight. The people in Chongzhi hall were infected by He Zhiyang, and couldn't swallow this breath. The whole hall signed up to live in the school.

Seeing He Zhiyang approaching with long legs, the teenagers who were sitting on the bench hurriedly jumped up from the bench, and gave up their seat as a greeting: "Brother Yang is here?"

He Zhiyang gave a cold grace, kept walking, and didn't look at these people at all.

The teenagers froze for a moment, then sat down again after hesitation.

Their feelings for He Zhiyang are quite complicated.

He Zhiyang was a transfer student. When he first transferred, Chongzhitang was still at the bottom of the Guozijian food chain.

Seniority was considered in the imperial court, which gradually brought down the atmosphere in the school.The rest of the dandies in the senior hall always put on the airs of seniors, teaching them how to behave in the lower grades, even asking them to do small things like borrowing books and studying ink.

It is also beautifully called: advanced teaching, academic exchange.

The master of Guozijian also knew about this matter, but he was too lazy to intervene.

Once, a classmate in the hall who didn't like to cause trouble was called by the seniors of the Imperial College to be a free book boy, spreading paper and grinding, and serving tea and water.

The teenagers in the other hall crowded around the window, laughing and stretching their necks to look into the room.

As a result, He Zhiyang, who had just transferred here not long ago, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, propped the window with one hand, jumped in, stretched out his arms to block the classmate, and lazily looked at the senior who gave orders: "Your limb defects or mental insufficiency, tell us, we help the poor If you save the weak, you will definitely lend a helping hand."

There was muffled laughter both inside and outside the classroom.

The senior's complexion turned red immediately, and he picked up the stool to fight.

He Zhiyang didn't play tricks, he pinched his head with one hand accurately and ruthlessly, knocked him to the ground, and punched him neatly, making the senior cry hoarsely, almost unable to take care of himself.

"Restraint!" He Zhiyang glanced at his hand coldly, and warned: "Otherwise, I will let you have enough of being served by others for the rest of your life."

From then on, He Zhiyang became famous in the first battle, and he seemed to be the man behind Chongzhitang.

So much so that the students in the rest of the classroom saw the people in He Zhiyang's classroom, and they all made a detour.

From then on, the classmates of Chongzhitang expressed their sincere gratitude to He Zhiyang, and everyone respectfully called him Brother Yang.

It's just that Brother Yang is usually cold and naughty, his brows are dark and ready to commit murder at any time, and they don't know how to get close...

He Zhiyang got impatient with waiting, and was about to urge him, when suddenly he heard an arrogant scolding from behind: "I let you live in the school to save face, don't give me shame, you don't want to live in the school building, do you want to live in your home?" A broken hut with air leaks everywhere?"

He Zhiyang frowned, and followed the prestige.

The classmate Cheng Cheng was imposing, scolding the skinny boy in front of him loudly.

The boy didn't wear a bun, and his long hair was half up and half down. He explained softly, "I didn't say I couldn't live in the school, but I didn't pay the water bill, and I don't use water...I can go to the well to fetch water by myself."

"Look at your body, how do you carry water by yourself?" Cheng Cheng raised his eyebrows, not at all moved by the boy's Qiqi Ai, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Can you guarantee that you don't use a drop of water from the school? You won't plan to steal it Do you want to drink from your roommate?"

"I will choose by myself." The young man raised his head and insisted, "If I have to pay more money, I won't live in school."

"Don't live in school anymore?" Cheng Cheng squinted his eyes and snorted softly: "This is a fucking thing for our entire class. Do you understand that you should consider the overall situation? You can calculate nine chapters every day, and you can figure it out. Is it a bill?"

The more Cheng Cheng spoke, the more angry he was, and he waved his hand to hit him, but someone grabbed his wrist firmly. Cheng Cheng raised his eyes and saw He Zhiyang's indifferent face.

"Ah! Brother Yang..." There was a huge pain in his wrist, Cheng Cheng bent down, thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and begged for mercy: "It hurts, it hurts, brother Yang is merciful..."

"You are quite courageous." He Zhiyang sneered: "Dare to bully people under my nose? En?"

"Isn't this Brother Yang, you said that you want to snatch the school building from Jin Yiwei?" Cheng Cheng trembled with a bitter face: "I also listen to your words... ah ah..."

Before the words finished, He Zhiyang's eyebrows and eyes darkened, Cheng Cheng covered his wrist, his voice changed due to the pain.

Before He Zhiyang came, Cheng Cheng had been showing off his might in Chongzhi Hall, but he was beaten down later, and he has been obediently following He Zhiyang ever since.

He Zhiyang ordered him to do the list of accommodation in the statistics class.

I didn't expect him to bully others behind his back.

He Zhiyang is by no means a kind person, but what he cleans up is the stubborn stubble that he is not used to.

He disdains to do bullying.

He Zhiyang let go of his hand coldly, kicked his knee hard: "I let you bully others? How dare you fart to ruin my reputation."

Cheng Cheng took a few steps forward and fell to the ground, not daring to lift his head.

He Zhiyang glanced at the young man who was bullied just now, took off the purse and threw it over: "Here, it's up to you whether you want to live in school or go home."

He Zhiyang looked around: "Are there any others who are forced to live on campus?"

The teenagers all shook their heads. Most of them who can study in the Imperial College in the capital are from a good family background, and the accommodation fee of tens of taels a year is not painful.

The boy's family background is considered different in this place.

He Zhiyang said indifferently: "Who is forced to go to Huo Yao to ask for money and go back to each family."

Huo Yao who watched the play with his feet up: "Huh???"

As soon as the words were finished, someone rushed over, out of breath, and said, "Brother Yang, that old man Jian Cheng has changed his mind again!"

He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows together: "What's the matter?"

"They agreed to allocate the school building to us, but they changed their minds temporarily." The man frowned: "In short, let us and the seniors of the Imperial College go to the school building of the Renzi University."

"Where is the Tengzihao?"

"After discussing, they still... have to give it to Jin Yiwei."

He Zhiyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of hostility between his brows. The man's legs trembled under his gaze: "Yang...Yang brother, I will take you to the yard to pick a school building. The seniors didn't come. You choose first..."

The masters of Guozijian are obviously buddhists and dogs. As students, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can only let it go.

It's just that he couldn't swallow this breath, so he signed up to live on campus, thinking of using the head count to try his luck again.

They have already backed down to the point of putting themselves in, and the Imperial College still wants to give up the school building to Jin Yiwei?

He Zhiyang pushed him away, strode to the book hall, and directly held the key in front of Jian Cheng: "Jian Cheng, where is the school building assigned to our hall?"

Jian Cheng turned a blind eye to the gleaming key, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know who came next door?"

He Zhiyang's handsome face was very cold: "What's none of my business?"

Jiancheng's face darkened: "The one next door is Jinyiwei. Does the imperial eunuch know? The Fusi of Beizhen knows? They specified that they want a school building with a Tengzi name, so I can still fight with them?"

"There are 95 people living in our hall, plus those in the hall next door, at least four or five hundred." He Zhiyang said coldly: "The martial arts school only has one class, four or fifty people, and they contract the Tengzizi? The airs are big enough of!"

Jian Cheng was speechless by him.

Si Cheng has always been good-tempered, stood up and frowned and said: "Okay, little ancestor, I know you are not easy to mess with, but let's calm things down from now on. It's not like you don't know who is there, can we still compete with Jin Yiwei for territory? ? If you can do it without interfering with each other, you must chant the Buddha's name."

The corners of He Zhiyang's lips tightened: "I'm not opposed to living in peace, but you're groveling."

"..." Si Cheng choked for a second, and finally revealed the truth: "Things have changed, Commander Qiao's son also came to live, so we..."

He Zhiyang raised his eyes and chuckled lightly: "...it's your son who came. Looking at your posture, you thought it was your ancestor."

Annoyance finally surfaced on Si Cheng's face: "The bell is about to ring, you go back to the school building first, and we will make our own arrangements afterwards."

He Zhiyang's face sank like water, and he didn't move.

Huo Yao stepped in, stood in front of He Zhiyang and said: "Si Cheng, we already know, the school's arrangement is naturally reasonable, the students will leave first."

After saying that, he bowed and dragged He Zhiyang out the door.

He Zhiyang looked at his friend: "Are you pretending to be honest?"

"Can you talk to them?" Huo Yao saw it clearly: "This group of people, like my father, can smash their knees to the ground in order not to offend Jin Yiwei."

Huo Yao's father is the Secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and his official position is not small, but his father dare not even say a word about the case that the prison will intervene, so the Ministry of Criminal Justice is nothing.

"The key to the Keteng brand name is clearly in our hands." Feng Jing looked at the dormitory number in his hand, and said depressedly: "Can I return it again?"

"Here comes a son, so make us grandchildren?" He Zhiyang suppressed his smile, and said unrulyly, "I'm not going anywhere tonight, this little master is going to sleep!"

The key and the bed card are in their hands, how can Jin Yiwei be so unreasonable as to throw him out?

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows without hesitation: "Success, I'll accompany you!"

Cheng Cheng heard the conversation between the three, and immediately ran to the terrace to call on his classmates, ready to commit crimes and meritorious deeds.

The students were stunned for a moment, they signed up to compete for a school building, but how dare they confront Jin Yiwei face to face?

The atmosphere froze for a moment, He Zhiyang happened to walk to the balcony, stood leaning against the wall, and knocked on the door panel: "Did I ask you to call someone?"

Cheng Cheng turned his head and said unsurely: "Ah... you guys are going to Jinyiwei, it's always good to have more people to support the venue."

"About a fight?" He Zhiyang snorted, "Or do you think that Jin Yiwei is a chick, who can be drowned with one mouthful of saliva?"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

He is still not sure if he will be thrown out by Jin Yiwei. It is good that so many classmates witnessed his victory. What if his body is collected?

It's easy to lose your mind when there are too many people.

Cheng Chengwei: "Isn't that called a person?"

"Don't call." He Zhiyang's eyes flashed coldly: "Just the few of us go!"

Everyone was excited for a while, wishing they could throw them into the air and make a three-and-a-half-circle rotation.

"Ahhh, Jinyiwei is deceiving people too much, and the Guozijian has to rely on a few people to turn the tide."

"Brother Yang, brother Yao, we will welcome you when you come back."

"Go deep into the tiger's lair and sleep with the tiger, Brother Yang, your career in the Imperial College has been enriched."

"..." He Zhiyang looked at the farewell scene, the corner of his mouth twitched and said lazily: "It can't be a fucking last word, right?

In the expectant eyes of everyone, He Zhiyang and Huo Yao stepped out of the gate together with long legs.

Feng Jing looked at his friend's back, hesitated for a moment, and ran after him frantically.