Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Xu Yiqing jumped up and down, smiling so that two sweet dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Brother Yang, we won! The classmates are waiting for you in the garden."

"Let's go!" He Zhiyang put Xu Yiqing's shoulder familiarly: "Take you to check and accept the victory results!"

He Zhiyang was tall and tall, and Xu Yiqing was just half a head shorter than him. At this time, he was embraced by He Zhiyang's arms, and looked very...suitable.

Qiao Yue stood where he was, staring at him coldly.

Just now he said that it is not decent for a man to hook his shoulders and put his back on his back, so he turned around and put his arms around others and smiled happily...

As expected, He Zhiyang didn't have a single word of truth in his mouth.

Jin Yiwei had just lost the game, and one by one leaned against the wall with their heads down and kicked stones. He Zhiyang led the Imperial College people to go straight over, laughing heartlessly: "I heard that my brothers said a few days ago that I would go To be the ball picker of Jin Yiwei? This game is over, and we find a place to catch up?"

These people were in a bad mood, and they didn't even have the will to sarcasm. They glanced at each other, and were about to lose their temper and be in a daze.

"Wait!" He Zhiyang stretched out his arms to stop him, pouted and said: "Do you still remember the prize you suppressed?"

The expressions of several people were slightly shaken. They agreed in a flash of brains at the time, completely because they felt that the Imperial College was nothing to fear, but who would have expected it to end like this...

If the previous agreement is followed, not only will the Cuju field be sent out, but they will also kowtow to the Imperial College to apologize!

How could Jin Yiwei suffer such humiliation?

"Isn't it just a one-jump court? It's not enough for you." Li Xiao waved his hand, pretending to be generous: "We will help you tear down the wall when the time comes, is this the best of humanity?"

"Thank you Brother Xiao." He Zhiyang squinted his eyes and smiled, and said bluntly: "But how do I remember that there was another item in the original agreement, which seemed to be specifically about Brother Xiao?"

Li Xiao's expression darkened immediately: "What else do you want?"

"What else can I do?" He Zhiyang raised his eyes lazily: "Brother Yang does a good deed every day, and I want to teach you how to be a new person!"

Li Xiao's face was stiff, and he stood there gnashing his teeth. He never expected that the Imperial College could really defeat Jin Yiwei, nor did he expect that He Zhiyang would be so aggressive that he insisted on speaking to his face.

He Zhiyang saw him silent for a long time, and looked at Li Ji with a smile: "It seems that the nobleman has forgotten things too much, so he can't remember? It's okay, as good brothers of Jin Yiwei, we naturally have to mention one or two points, Li Ji, here's Brother Xiao reminds me."

Li Ji immediately agreed, and said crisply: "If Jin Yiwei loses the game, Brother Xiao, you must immediately kowtow to the Imperial College to apologize!"

He Zhiyang crossed his arms and looked at Li Xiao with a casual smile, as if waiting for his move.

Li Xiao's face was tossed and turned several times, his breathing became short of breath and his face flushed, but he never moved.

Of course he remembered the agreement to kneel down and admit his mistakes to the Imperial College.

It's just that Jin Yiwei has become so arrogant in recent years, even if he enters the court in the future, Jin Yiwei will not be able to kneel down to these small civil servants.

But after winning a Cuju game, let him kneel down and apologize to the students of the Imperial College with a majestic flag?

This is too humiliating...

"How will my friend's matter be settled? Brother Xiao, please give me a good time?" He Zhiyang squinted at him, and urged: "I heard that Jin Yiwei has always made a promise? Don't you even have this little responsibility?"

One was aggressive, and the other never bowed his head. The two camps were deadlocked, and the atmosphere immediately froze.

A stern voice came from far and near, and immediately ended the stalemate: "Li Xiao, I am willing to bet and admit defeat. Jin Yiwei has already lost the game, so do you want to have a reputation for breaking promises!?"

Li Xiao raised his eyes and saw Qiao Yue striding towards him, his expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Qianhu, I..."

He didn't seem to expect that Qiao Yue would speak for the Imperial College, he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't think of anything to say, so he could only lift the corner of his robe reluctantly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed reluctantly.

The youths of the Imperial College were beaming with joy, and each of them suppressed their smiles. He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows and said reluctantly, "What do you owe my friend?"

Li Xiao clenched his fists, knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and said coldly to Xu Yiqing: "Li has misbehaved a few days ago and offended the young master. I hereby apologize. I hope the young master is not to blame."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he suddenly stood up from the ground, turned around and left with a calm expression.

After the match, many Jin Yiwei took a look at the high officials of the Imperial College, but in the current situation, it was not easy to come forward to chat, they raised their eyes to look at He Zhiyang, and quickly slipped away like chickens.

Xu Yiqing was a little at a loss, as if he couldn't bear the kneeling and other people's gazes, he leaned into He Zhiyang's arms awkwardly.

"You deserve it." He Zhiyang rubbed his head and whispered: "Don't be afraid, they will be honest for a while, and they won't dare to bully the Imperial College anymore."

Qiao Yue stood aside, never saying a word, but seeing this scene, he raised his hand involuntarily, grabbed He Zhiyang's collar, and pulled him over halfway, "I have something to ask you."

"Thousands of families have something to say, just ask them with your mouth." In front of everyone in the Imperial College, He Zhiyang was caught by Qiao Yue's collar, and he was naturally annoyed: "Are you trying to interrogate prisoners? Could it be that Jin Yiwei is So rude? Just put on someone's shoulder casually!"

Qiao Yue raised his collar and put his shoulders on his shoulders every now and then, which made He Zhiyang look like a younger brother. As the school bully of the Imperial Superintendent, he didn't want to put up with it!

"Brother Yang's rules?" Qiao Yue slowly raised the corners of his lips: "I remember, but the previous actions were all business affairs, and there was no personal relationship."

Qiao Yue had always been stern and arrogant, but looking at He Zhiyang explaining what he said now, it made people feel something was wrong.

Huo Yao frowned, stood between the two of them and said: "The relationship between Jinyiwei and the Imperial College is of course only business, how dare we pursue personal relationships? Qianhu, you see, we are tired after winning two games... let's go change clothes first." , please help yourself!"

After all, he ignored Qiao Yue, pulled He Zhiyang's wrist and hurried to leave.

Qiao Yue stared at He Zhiyang's limping back, and couldn't help but think of the collision during the match just now.

That fall was really not light, if he didn't deal with it properly, his ankle would definitely swell tomorrow.

Right now, He Zhiyang can run and jump, so he seems to be fine.

But the medicine must be applied on time, the pain after the injury is severe, and the pain is really unbearable.

The young masters of the Imperial College... Heh, they are good at composing poems with fighting spirit, and their words are thorny, but who is proficient in medicine?

Who would have thought of rubbing the blood from his wound immediately?

Seeing Qiao Yue staring into the distance in a daze, Pang Ying couldn't help asking, "Qianhu?"

Qiao Yue looked away, shook his head and said, "Let's go."

The two of them were speechless all the way, and Pang Ying thought that Qiao Yue was thinking about the defeat just now and was not in high spirits, so she said angrily, "Don't worry about this, Qianhu, we will definitely get it back in the future!"

Qiao Yue looked back and looked in the direction of the setting sun. The figure of the young man running to break through the encirclement was branded in his heart, and it hadn't dissipated for a long time.

"You go first." Qiao Yue pondered, "I forgot to take my cloak, and I have to go to the anteroom of the dressing room."

Pang Ying stretched out her hand to stop her, but stopped talking: "Qianhu... He Zhiyang also just went to the ear room, so he should also change clothes, why don't you avoid it?"

Qiao Yue said casually, "Oh? When should I hide from him?"

He just lost a game, isn't he ashamed to face others?

Seeing Qiao Yue's misunderstanding, Pang Ying hurriedly said, "It's not because of Cuju, the subordinate asked Qianhu to be more wary of him, it's also because..."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Pang Ying's face, and he scratched his chin: "He Zhiyang, ahem, you are different from us after all..."

Qiao Yue looked at him: "En?"

"If you think about it carefully, you can think of such a way to punish you, and even drank with the young man." Pang Ying had no choice but to bite the bullet: "If he really has the habit of sharing peaches, we'd better stay away .”

He Zhiyang's love letter to Qiao Yue was naturally out of revenge.

Pang Ying also knew this in her heart.

But... No matter how you say it, the love letter is genuine, right?Qianhu saw every word in his eyes, right?

The last time he went to arrest people, He Zhiyang dragged Qiao Yue to prevaricate, and he didn't know how much of those words were remembered by Qianhu...

"He can figure out that way, and his mind is not going anywhere." Pang Ying didn't notice Qiao Yue's eyes that were gradually darkening, and frowned, "Also, you see, he cares a lot about that guy named Xu Yiqing. Not allowed is also to support him, this kind of person, of course we don't want to mess with it."

They don't have this habit, stay away and be clean.

Qiao Yue was silent, and suddenly recalled the appearance of He Zhiyang bouncing the ball under the sun just now in his mind.

The boy bowed his head, his neck was outlined in a beautiful and flexible arc by the sunlight.

The atmosphere in Beijing is like this, such a clever and beautiful young master, if he is greedy for novelty, it is very possible that he has the habit of breaking his sleeves...

Then who came up with the idea of ​​writing a love letter?Why did He Zhiyang go to battle in person?

If He Zhiyang really has this hobby as Pang Ying said, then... since he is willing to write love letters to himself, even if it is to make himself punished, it can be seen that he is...at least not tired of conflicting with him... …

Qiao Yue's thoughts moved slightly, and without waiting for Pang Ying to recover, she turned around and strode towards the dressing room.

There were few people in the ear room, He Zhiyang squatted beside the spring stool with his back on his back, as if he was changing his boots.

The neat close-fitting quilt was wrinkled, revealing half of the waist.

Qiao Yue's eyes darkened, he stepped over and stopped behind He Zhiyang.

The boy's blouse was soaked in sweat, revealing a faint complexion, and the surroundings seemed to be filled with a youthful and reckless atmosphere.

Qiao Yue crossed his arms, raised his foot suddenly, and happily kicked He Zhiyang's ass/ass with the toe of his boot like a ball.

The elasticity is very good, and it is much softer than the kick ball just now.

All in all, the feet feel good.

He Zhiyang was suddenly kicked in the ass, turned his head fiercely, and was about to speak, but was startled: "Qiao Yue?"

Qiao Yue didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being arrested for doing something wrong, he raised his chin and said like a rascal: "It's blocking the way, give way."

He is quite righteous?

He Zhiyang lifted his chin angrily, and looked at the aisle on the other side: "Some people lose their eyesight at such a young age? Young Master, I feel really sad for him."

Qiao Yue snorted coldly, and hit back: "I don't need to say whether I'm useful or not. If you don't stand up again, you may lose your legs and feet at a young age."

He Zhiyang didn't understand what he meant, he frowned and wanted to stand up.

There was a stabbing pain in his ankle, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"My mother..." He Zhiyang didn't believe in evil, forced himself to stand up, and wondered: "Just squatting down and doing well!?"

He reasonably suspected that Qiao Yue had cursed him.

Qiao Yue quickly supported him: "Your ankle has been sprained just now, and you squatted down for so long regardless of stabilizing the injury, your muscles are damaged, so naturally you can't get up."

He Zhiyang was stunned: "..."

Before this small sprain, spray a few sprays and it will come back.He was excited for a while, but he forgot that there was no such thing in ancient times...

Qiao Yue said without changing his face: "Take off your boots, and then go after taking the medicine."

He Zhiyang found it troublesome, shook his head and said, "No need, go home..."

Before he could finish speaking, the collar of his clothes was picked up again unexpectedly. When He Zhiyang came to his senses, he found himself sitting on a spring stool in the center of the ear room, with one foot placed on Qiao Yue's thigh covered by Qiao Yue's robe, and his ankle He was also held tightly by someone, unable to move an inch.

He Zhiyang panicked immediately, his heart was pounding, he broke free and said: "Brother, brother... Brother Yue! Thank you very much... But no, I really don't need... If you really want to help me, can you send me home? I'll go home and prescribe my own medicine."

Qiao Yue ignored him, raised his hand, and quickly took off the short boots that He Zhiyang had just put on, and took off the quilt socks along the way.

He Zhiyang's white and tender feet were immediately exposed, with a light and beautiful pink on his toes, he didn't know whether it was from shame or from the cold, and he was curling up slightly in front of his sight.

Qiao Yue was in a hurry to give He Zhiyang medicine, but seeing this scene, for some reason, he didn't bother to do it.

How squeamish!Even the toes are so transparent that they are as fragile as porcelain, how dare you challenge him?

Qiao Yue stared at him with disdain and burning eyes for a long while. After examining the front and back, he sneered, slowly took out the ointment he carried with him, rubbed it evenly in the palm of his hand with his fingertips, and covered He Zhiyang's delicate skin. ankle.

Qiao Yue's palms were broad and steady, and the hot palms were slightly callused, and they were a little rough on the ankles, but he started gently, slowly kneading the ointment into the texture.

The ointment slowly seeped in, the room was slightly cold, He Zhiyang shivered slightly, and couldn't help but shrink his ankle back.

This is really... hell!

Qiao Yue snorted, "Does it hurt?"

It doesn't matter if it hurts, let's see if he dares to fight him hard next time.

"No..." He Zhiyang only felt that his feet were firmly controlled by Qiao Yue's slap, and he was indescribably flustered and embarrassed: "Don't bother, I'm much better, Brother Yue...Brother... I want to go home..."

In the end, it was already a bit pleading.

Qiao Yue poured the medicine carefully, lowered his eyes and said, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride."

He Zhiyang stepped on his boots and moved forward with difficulty with his limp.

Qiao Yue followed and tilted his head to signal, "Come and help me stabilize."

He Zhiyang didn't bother to be rude to him, so he put his paws on Qiao Yue's shoulders and walked forward.

The two supported each other and walked out of the Cuju field. After going out, they didn't see the students of the Imperial Academy.

Qiao Yue slowed down, pretending to be casual and asked, "Why are you alone? What about those people surnamed Xu?"

"They celebrated, I went home, and the soldiers split into two groups, okay?"

He Zhiyang limped and bounced very hard, wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Brother Yue, do you have a sweat towel on you?"

Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes lightly, untied the sweat towel next to the quiver and handed it over.

He Zhiyang didn't even look at it, just took it and wiped his cheeks.

Qiao Yue lowered his eyes silently.

He Zhiyang... Didn't he have strange thoughts about men?

How could it be so casual?How can you be so casual! ?

There is no difference if you can share a sweat towel with him, so how can you be a jerk with your roommate in private?

Or... does he just look at himself differently?

Bright and dark emotions flashed in Qiao Yue's dark eyes, no matter what kind of guess, Qiao Yue's throat was inexplicably tight.

Seeing Qiao Yue's silence, He Zhiyang thought that this person was upset that he used his things.

...It's just a sweat towel, this person can't be so stingy, can he?

He Zhiyang's sweat-wiping hand trembled slightly, and he handed it over with a dry smile: "Thank you Qianhu."

Qiao Yue was alone, his complexion sank, and He Zhiyang was still terrified after seeing it.

Qiao Yue took it over calmly, and tied it around his waist again: "You are very good at martial arts today, why did you want to compete in Cuju with Jin Yiwei?"

"No comparison? How do you know that some people are paper tigers." He Zhiyang limped as he walked, humming dishonestly: "It will break if you poke it."

As he spoke, his fingers secretly poked at Qiao Yue's waist.

Qiao Yue's eyes suddenly changed color, and he suddenly grabbed He Zhiyang's wrist.

"Hey, Qiao Yue..." He Zhiyang felt a dull pain in his wrist, and shouted: "Brother Yue, you have to be loyal..."

"I don't care about loyalty, so what can you do?" Qiao Yue held his wrist tightly, staring at his handsome face, and approached, "Now there are only you and me on the left, so how can you be my opponent! "

He Zhiyang thought that Qiao Yue was going to threaten him to leave first, so he quickly grabbed his sleeves and mouth to show weakness: "Brother Yue, why bother, you see that I am seriously injured and I am not good at walking, if you leave me here, I'm afraid I'll have to crawl home by myself..."

In all fairness, they were about the same height, and it was very worry-free to put their right elbow on Qiao Yue's shoulder for strength.

I couldn't find such a suitable humanoid bracket for a while.

I can only bow my head to coax it back, let's make do with it when I go home.

"Am I not a paper tiger?" Qiao Yue never wanted to leave He Zhiyang behind, he looked away calmly, and let He Zhiyang grab his shoulders: "Of course it's unreliable!"

"Reliable and reliable." He Zhiyang secretly scolded Qiao Yue for being stingy, but said with a smile on his face: "Brother Yue, are you going to send me home?"

Qiao Yue lowered his eyes, He Zhiyang was injured in the game, but there was no one to take care of him, if he didn't rush over today, how would he deal with the injury by himself?

Thinking like this, the voice became a bit chilly: "The He family also came to watch the Cuju game, won't they go with you?"

"My brother and I can't get along." He Zhiyang frowned and snorted coldly: "Send them away first."

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts." After walking a few more steps, He Zhiyang simply gave up on himself and refused to leave: "Would it be enough to take two steps? You are also considerate of me, the wounded..."

Just now he was smashing the court, but now he screams pain without any scruples.

Qiao Yue stopped in his tracks, with a sneer on his lips: "If I had known this before, why would I want to snatch that ball regardless."

"This is the winner's price." He Zhiyang had a good rest, and pulled the corners of his lips to regain his playfulness: "I can bear this little injury, young master."

He won Jin Yiwei, and he was in a very good mood.

Can this little injury be ignored if rounded up?In order to be angry with Qiao Yue, the defeated underfoot, He Zhiyang happily hummed a little song.

After a long while, Qiao Yue asked again: "How did you join forces to attack? What do those numbers mean?"

He was really puzzled and wanted to hear the specific layout of the arena.

He Zhiyang's eyes immediately lit up, and he was very interested in popularizing science with Qiao Yue.

At the end, he said: "I wear this jersey every time I play, and when people mention this number, they will know it is me, and then I have a name..."

"Actually, this number is one of my favorites. He wears this number every time he plays. I'll only tell you one person. You must keep it secret..."

"You Jinyiwei can also get a set. The equipment of the two camps must be consistent, so as not to say that we bully you."

"But your numbers are not allowed to be the same as mine. This young master is first come, first served, and no one is allowed to grab..."

The setting sun in the sky elongated the figure of the young man, they walked slowly side by side, occasionally there were two laughters.

Qiao Yue watched He Zhiyang enter Bo's mansion all the time, and pondered for a long time in front of the door alone, until the sun fell, and then slowly turned and left.