Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Jin Yiwei is next door, showing off his power in the capital, He Zhiyang can bear it, but when he comes to the Imperial College to provoke him, he is really riding on his head and making him kneel down!

If he endured it any longer, he might as well drop out of school and go home clean.

"Brother Yang." Xu Yiqing was always with He Zhiyang, and he had never seen He Zhiyang so fierce before, he was startled and said: "We are still in the Imperial College after all, don't alarm the teacher."

Hearing Brother Yang's name, those guards in Jinyi gave a slight pause—at that time, the Imperial College went to the Jinyi Official Academy to eat roasted meat as guests, and they were also there, but it was a long time ago, and they didn't sit with He Zhiyang at that time, so there was no time to sit together. Recognized immediately.

But of course they all know He Zhiyang's name, and they also know that he and Qiao Qianhu are friends.

Someone whispered to Li Xiao, the leader: "This man is the young master of Ren Anbo's family, and he seems to be a friend of our Qianhu family."

Ren Anbo didn't care, it was just Qiao Yue's face, which they must give.

Li Xiao's Adam's apple rolled, thinking of Jin Yiwei's rules, he finally decided to hold back his breath.

He cleared his throat, and his tone was pretending to be contemptuous: "Forget it, forget it, you Guozijian people are all weak and weak, if you make some mistakes with your hands, don't say that we are bullying others."

After all, he held the kick ball and raised his hand, as if he thought he was unlucky and was about to leave.

Before he could react, his fist hit his lips hard with the sound of wind.

"Weak and weak?" He Zhiyang turned his wrist lazily, and said coldly: "Come on! You can bully me and try it!"

He Zhiyang hated others saying that the Guozijian was too weak, according to his rules, whoever said it would die.

Li Xiao was in pain, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips with his thumb. Looking down, his fingertips were slightly stained with blood.

"You fucking took the initiative to fight, didn't you!" Li Xiao finally changed color suddenly, his figure was like the wind, and an uppercut suddenly hit He Zhiyang's face.

He Zhiyang dodged lightly, and without hesitation, imitated Qiao Yue's way of capturing a man, and poked his backhand towards the man's neck.

Li Xiao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, let out a sneer, instead of hiding, he counterbalanced He Zhiyang's moves, and another punch came with the wind.

In order to protect himself, He Zhiyang had learned Sanda Kung Fu from his coach, and now Jin Yiwei couldn't hurt him, but Xu Yiqing, who was standing by the side, didn't know. Seeing that He Zhiyang was at a disadvantage, his heart immediately raised his throat, thinking I didn't want to rush forward to stop him, but I was punched abruptly.

"Hmm!" Xu Yiqing's fair forehead suddenly swelled up with a large lump visible to the naked eye, oozing traces of blood.

Seeing that Xu Yiqing saw blood, He Zhiyang immediately cursed, and rushed towards that person like an angry cub.

Li Xiao is a soldier, and he is not afraid, and the two of them fought together involuntarily.

Fortunately, the security of the Guozijian was top-notch. In a short while, several inspectors in long gowns heard the news, blew whistles and yelled loudly, and pulled the two people who were fighting together with their own hands.

Several Jin Yiwei who were watching the battle stood aside, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the two were fighting to the death, they were reluctant to intervene because of Qiao Qianhu's face, but they stood by and watched, seeing that their companions were at a disadvantage, it would be difficult to end if they didn't make a move.

Fortunately, the people from the Imperial College are here!

Pushed and pulled by the crowd, the two separated, gritted their teeth and looked at each other, still at war with each other.

The sacrificial wine was also nearby, and when he heard the news, he came over and frowned at the scene of the fight and the injury of his favorite student Xu Yiqing, and for the first time began to protect his own students.

He looked coldly at Li Xiao who was doing the fighting, with a serious face: "Are you Jin Yiwei from the official school next door?"

Li Xiao put his arms around his chest and snorted coldly with disdain, as if he didn't pay attention to people at all, and didn't intend to answer the question at all.

Jijiu was completely enraged by this attitude of refusal to cooperate, and said coldly: "You guys came to the Imperial College and even hurt my students, isn't it too arrogant?"

"I overturned the wall, I beat up the person." Li Xiao took it for granted, "I'm leaving now, who dares to stop you?"

Jijiu was so angry that his complexion turned pale. Back then when He Zhiyang was caught by Jin Yiwei, he was humiliated by Qiao Yue calling him over.

Now that the people from the school next door are in his palm, he naturally won't let it go easily.

Jijiu waved his hands, and said confidently: "Go to the next door and invite Qiao Qianhu to discuss the matter!"

In the Imperial College, Qiao Yue sat in the mahogany chair with a worried expression, his handsome face seemed to be stained with the gloomy sky outside the window.

"Qianhu, Jin Yiwei trespassed on the Imperial College and even injured our students!" Jijiu was uncharacteristically this time, pretending to be a victim and begging Qiao Yue for justice: "How about you talk about how to deal with it?"

"People from Jinyiwei, I will definitely teach you a lesson, don't bother to sacrifice wine." Qiao Yue's eyes swept over sharply, and Li Xiao and the others shrank their shoulders: "If there is nothing wrong, people, I will take them back first. .”

Jin Yiwei trespassed first, followed by provocation, and he deserved a lesson.

But being accused face to face by the officials of the Imperial College, Qiao Yue was very disdainful. They have always obeyed the orders of the Holy Majesty, when will it be the turn of the civil servants to make irresponsible remarks?

He just beat up the inmate who didn't like his eyes, and he didn't go to prison for torture. As for making a fuss over a molehill?

Perfunctory, Qiao Yue stood up first, swung the hem of the black robe sassyly, and several people walked out the door aggressively with big horses and golden swords.

Jijiu only got a verbal promise, but looked at their backs but couldn't do anything.

In the corridor outside the ear room, He Zhiyang pulled Xu Yiqing who had just been bandaged, and waited eagerly.

Jijiu discussed with Jin Yiwei how to execute those people, but he couldn't speak, no matter how anxious he was, he could only wait outside the door.

I only hope that the sacrifice of wine will be tough once, and justice will be sought for the Imperial College!

As a result, when he raised his eyes, he saw a few guards in brocade clothes strutting out of the sacrificial wine antelope, their figures with broad shoulders and narrow waist exuded arrogance.

He Zhiyang: "..."

It seems that the wine sacrifice was timid at the end.

"You want to run after beating someone?" He Zhiyang walked over coldly, and stood still: "Don't you guys know the rules?"

If the sacrificial wine does not vent his anger for him, then he vents it himself.

During the years when he was boarding abroad, no one cared about him, so he relied on his own skills to move around inside and outside the school?

"What else do you want?" Li Xiao frowned impatiently, and said contemptuously: "You don't say anything about offering wine, don't be shameless."

Qiao Yue suddenly turned back coldly, his eyes swept over Li Xiao: "Did you do something to Brother Yang?"

The tone was calm, but the address... had a kind of intimacy and familiarity that couldn't be concealed.

Li Xiao was startled, and reluctantly changed his tone: "Yes, it's also my fault that I didn't know Taishan, and I bumped into Brother Yang, or... can I apologize to Brother Yang?"

He and Qiao Yue had a dispute in private, but the relationship on the surface has always been good. According to his understanding, Qiao Yue will definitely let this matter go with a wave of his hand.

However, Qiao Yue just held his hands behind his back and remained silent.

In this situation, silence is naturally acquiescence.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yang." Li Xiao understood Qiao Yue's meaning, and apologized perfunctorily, "The two schools are close to each other, and they are both my brothers, so don't worry about it."

He was already angry in his heart, but he still wanted to give the Qiao family the face of being inferior.

"Stop!" He Zhiyang clasped Xu Yiqing's wrist tightly, strode over and said coldly: "Master, you don't have to worry about it, but you hurt my friend and you haven't apologized to him seriously!"

Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, and fixedly looked at He Zhiyang.

The boy's brows and eyes were still arrogant, but there was a slender and fair boy standing beside him. This person timidly hid behind He Zhiyang, and his appearance was quite cute.

Qiao Yue recognized him as the one who always bought breakfast with He Zhiyang.

Is He Zhiyang inseparable from him?

Even that Aunt Xu seemed to be a relative of this person.

Then He Zhiyang fought with the soldiers and horses, was it because of the injustice, or was it to stand up for this person?

Subtle unhappiness suddenly welled up in his heart, Qiao Yue stretched out his arms to stop Li Xiao, and said in a serious tone, "Where did Jin Yiwei have the rule of apologizing to others?"

Seeing that Qiao Yue was partial to He Zhiyang at the beginning, those Jinyiwei guards had some scruples, and they never dared to speak provocatively again.

Seeing what Qiao Yue said now, he knew that the relationship between Qianhu and He Zhiyang was not that deep, so he immediately gained confidence and said provocatively: "Let me apologize to a scholar, and dream in the next life!"

He Zhiyang didn't talk too much nonsense, he just said coldly: "I'm sorry, I built the Cuju field, and I also bought the Cuball. I'm going to take it back now, and I'll trouble you to buy it again."

That piece of land belonged to Jinyiwei, but the Cuju field built on the ground cost his He family hundreds of taels of silver.

Merry eyes, left and right pole nets, tiger skin kicking balls... These items are all his thoughts!

In the past, He Zhiyang didn't care too much, but now he would rather ruin it than let Jin Yiwei ruin it.

"It's not that we don't give it." Li Xiao raised his eyebrows: "People in the Imperial College can't play football, so it's useless to ask for these things."

He Zhiyang was so excited that he just wanted to sneer, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, he raised his eyes and said, "Oh? Why don't we make a bet?"

Li Xiao was slightly taken aback: "What are you betting on?"

"Cuju competition." He Zhiyang said with a smile on his lips: "If the Imperial College wins, you will immediately return the Cuju field as it is, and kneel and apologize to my friend in front of everyone! How about it?"

Guozijian win?

Kneel down and apologize?

Li Xiao and the others immediately burst into disdainful laughter. Their Jinyiwei practiced martial arts every day, and their figures were as vigorous and graceful as a dragon. Qiao Yue was also a good player in Cuju. A Cuju team of more than a dozen people can't make up, right?

This game won too no suspense.

Li Xiao thought it was very interesting, agreed without hesitation, and gave He Zhiyang a cold look: "What if the Imperial College loses?"

He Zhiyang smiled, and lazily said: "Young Master never wants to waste your time, you guys decide it!"

"...We, Qiao Qianhu, seem to lack a boy who picks up the ball to wipe his sweat and serves with his boots!" Someone slapped his head jokingly.He smiled and said, "Qianhu, do you think Brother Yang is successful?"

Isn't He Zhiyang very proud?

Wouldn't it be a pleasure if the young master of the Imperial College stooped to chase after their Jin Yiwei and pick up the ball to wipe his sweat?

At that time, on the court, they join hands, and they will surely humiliate He Zhiyang!

Qiao Yue glanced at He Zhiyang's suddenly clenched fist, his heart moved, he smiled and nodded: "I think so."

He didn't want to get involved in this matter, but when he thought of He Zhiyang obediently holding a sweat towel and water bottle, waiting for him with puffy eyes on the sidelines, he felt a little... Itchy.

He will definitely be the winner in this Cuju competition, and then... just don't let others order He Zhiyang.

"Okay!" He Zhiyang ignored Jin Yiwei's ridicule, and said with a sneer, "If I lose, I will pick up the ball and lift your boots for Qianhu, feed you water and wipe your sweat, nothing else!"