Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

It didn't take long for the news of He Zhiyang Yufeng's visit to the school to spread throughout the streets and alleys. Rumors were added during the fermentation process. Within a few days, the road from He's Mansion to Guozijian was already full of spectators.

They stared eagerly, insisting on seeing what the so-called skateboard looked like.

He Zhiyang didn't expect that there would be such a sensational scene. On the way to school, he could see people stretching their necks and crowding on the side of the road to stare at him, so... the psychological pressure was quite high.

There are quite a few kung fu masters in Beijing who are flying over the roofs and walls. Isn't it better to watch those people show their skills than to watch him play with a scooter?

However, people in the capital like to watch something fresh and lively, and it is also a pleasure to see the beautiful young master of the Bo Mansion riding the wheeled cart that only exists in the myth book.

There were also many children hugging their family members' thighs and crying: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I also want brother's scooter."

He Zhiyang has seen several people coming forward with smiles, asking him where he bought the board and wanting to do business with him.

He Zhiyang who couldn't laugh: "..."

Why do you always bring children under the age of ten to ask?Does his scooter look so easy to control? !

The people in the Imperial College are also very knowledgeable. Feng Jing and the others don't attend the morning reading class at all. In the past few days, they have gathered at the intersection of Jixian Street early in the morning, shouting slogans to line up for his brother Yang,

He Zhiyang liked this very much, and felt very happy.

It's a pity that Qiao Yue was seldom present, and occasionally showed up twice, standing outside the crowd, watching him show off with his hands behind his back.

His scooter was parked in the school, and his classmates wanted to go up and play a few, and He Zhiyang would not refuse anyone who came. During class, the teenagers gathered at the school gate to play on scooters, laughing and making noise.

Jian Cheng's face twitched, but there was nothing he could do about them.

The young masters of these wealthy families don't expect to be famous in the imperial examinations, so why should he have no eyes to disturb others' interest.

As long as you don't disturb others in the classroom studying, just turn a blind eye and close one eye.

Jin Yiwei snorted coldly and glanced at the Imperial College a few times, feeling disdainful in his heart.

In terms of kung fu, they completely crushed the neighbors, but who let the gang of boys next door play some eye-catching tricks all day long, it seems that they Jin Yiwei are not very ostentatious.

And that scooter, the few of them can drive it without the support beam, and it's really boring to show off all the time next door.

It's a shame that everyone in the streets and alleys of the capital looks highly at the students of the Imperial College, and they can hear a few words every day: "If you want to say that the younger generation in the capital is the young master in the Imperial College, who has a bright future and a good book. His skills are also good-looking."

"How can you step on the wheel without lightness skills? I don't think there are many people in the capital who can control it..."

It's okay to be overwhelmed in studying on weekdays, but when it comes to showing your skills, why did you lose to the Imperial College again?

Yu Chacha and the others got together and whispered their ears every day to discuss how to overtake the neighbor next door or join forces to do things together.

They were muttering under the eaves of the corridor, and they had already thought up their plans for the day, when they suddenly saw Qiao Yue walking in coldly.

They hurriedly shut up and saluted respectfully.

Qiao Yue already knew what they were thinking these past few days, and said coldly: "Is it because people are not enough to catch or houses are not enough to copy? You are very free, so you have to fight with the Imperial College?"

Yu Chacha showed embarrassment, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​competing with his neighbor.

In the bitter winter, there was a snowfall in the capital. In two days, the treetops and the ground were covered with heavy snow, and it looked like a vast expanse.

He Zhiyang's scooter, which he had just shown a few times, was also blocked at home by the snow, and the snow had a different meaning, he and Huo Yao went to school together on the snow.

On a snowy day, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and the quiet long street and alley look a bit bleak.

Suddenly, they heard an exclamation from the people behind, and the people around stopped their movements.

He Zhiyang turned his head and was stunned in place.

Qiao Yue was dressed in a flying fish suit and stepped on an ebony skateboard. His figure was like the wind, and he galloped from the end of the vast long street.

Previously, He Zhiyang's skateboard had beams and handrails, but today Qiao Yue only stepped on a neat and clean longboard.

The ebony wood is thick and heavy, but it is extremely flexible and obedient under Qiao Yue's feet. The body of the board is as light as a thin blade. The bowstring is ready to go, and the whole person is free to ride the wind, with ease.

When the hem of the robe fluttered, He Zhiyang could roughly see the outline of his vigorous and vigorous legs.

Couldn't help taking a few glances quietly.

In the bleak winter, it seemed that Qiao Yue was becoming more and more cold and abstinent, but today the sun was very good, and he put on a layer of fine gold rims for his flying fish suit, and his whole body... seemed warm and palpable.

He Zhiyang stared at him intently, suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did he observe Qiao Yue so meticulously?The bottom of my heart even faintly longed for his temperature when he was shrouded in sunlight?

He Zhiyang quickly changed his mind, and sighed secretly in his heart, if he had controlled the skateboard at that time, he must be the one who stood out today!

After all, it's still a game of chess!

Qiao Yue narrowed his eyes, and seemed to have seen He Zhiyang, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he blew a whistle flauntingly.

Seeing He Zhiyang's eyes full of envy, Qiao Yue didn't give up, and purposely flew around in front of him, raising snow dust like a showmanship, and then landed steadily.

Everyone was stunned, while Qiao Yue slid forward without stopping.

He Zhiyang and Huo Yao were both stunned, and looked at each other for a few seconds before thinking of running after him.

Qiao Yue's figure was like a cheetah in the snow, and he was extremely fast. All they could see were the two lines of marks left by the skateboard across the snow, and the broken jade flowers that had just been rolled up.

He Zhiyang couldn't help but admire secretly.

From the appearance of his scooter to today, it took only four or five days, right?

Qiao Yue must have never touched a skateboard before, how could he be able to control it so easily.

And this person's figure is more graceful than all the video clips he saw before crossing.

Doesn't Qiao Yue need to practice first to steal the limelight? ?

Qiao Yue slid all the way to the entrance of the Jinyi Official School, and made a few more horizontal jumps out of excitement. He caught a glimpse of He Zhiyang coming from the corner of his eye, and then jumped off the skateboard.

Controlled by the remaining internal force, the skateboard slid across the snow and stopped firmly at a remote place at the corner gate.

Different from the previous scene where He Zhiyang caused everyone to shout and play, everyone was dumbfounded this time, standing silently in the snow, and only let out a few low sighs when Qiao Yue's figure entered the official school.

He Zhiyang looked at him pretending to be disdainful, and walked into the school gate together with Huo Yao with his chin raised.

"Qiao Qianhu revealed this! Is this aimed at our Imperial College?"

"Our school has a scooter with a handrail, and he has a scooter without a handrail?" The classmate carefully looked at their brother Yang's face, and clicked: "This is really pressing every step of the way!"

"Ham, I thought Jin Yiwei would be able to become a human being after that transaction,"

"Keep your voice down, why don't you be a man anymore? This is also based on your ability to get ahead, and we can't do anything if our skills are not as good as others."

He Zhiyang gritted his teeth secretly, isn't it just a skateboard?He still has to die, and he will practice hard for another two weeks. Could it be that he still can't overcome a broken longboard?

Just delay Qiao Yue for a few days, and wait for him to practice hard...

He insisted on letting Qiao Yue know that he was definitely not the only one in this Beijing school!

As for how to delay Qiao Yue for a few days, He Zhiyang already has a vague idea!

In short, these few days must make Qiao Yue bow to his scooter forces!

It was snowing heavily today, and many people wanted to step on the snow again. The servants of the Imperial College had already prepared boots for their young masters to wear. Fang took off the wet boots and hung them in the yard to dry, and took them out after they were dry. go back.

Through the fence, Qiao Yue saw He Zhiyang's small sheepskin boots, the milky yellow boots, dangling by the wall of the East Courtyard of the Imperial College, which made him feel itchy.

Everyone next door is very particular about gold and jade, so when you change your shoes, you also have to wipe your feet or something?

The scene after the cuju match flashed into Qiao Yue's mind...he secretly cursed himself for being obsessed with ghosts, but couldn't hold it back for a long while, so he flew to the wall and asked coldly, "Where do those people from the Imperial College change their boots?"

"Ah?" The boy drying the boots didn't know why the Jin Yiwei next door would ask this question, but he still told him honestly: "It's in the wing room at the east corner gate."

Qiao Yue smirked, jumped up and flew, landed firmly in the courtyard of the Imperial College, and walked towards the east corner gate without hesitation.

In the entire Guozijian, there must be no one who dares to stop Qiao's family without good eyesight.

Qiao Yue walked to the East Wing with the intention of taking another look, and swept He Zhiyang's feet, but was greatly disappointed.

He Zhiyang had already put on black short boots, standing on the steps of the wing room, looking down at him coldly and rustlingly.

Not a bit of flesh was exposed.

With such a regular and rigorous boot surface, who would have thought that there are double...

"Did your boots get wet from the snow?" Qiao Yue stood still and looked He Zhiyang up and down: "Just changed the pair?"

He Zhiyang looked into Qiao Yue's gaze, feeling something strange in his heart: "What? Qianhu, you came here in a hurry, are you going to lift my boots, or carry me away?"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Qiao Yue's figure flashed, and he took out the stance of arresting people and crossed his arms at the corner door, so as to prevent people from being unable to fly.

"I'll step on the board to take you away today." Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "The road is covered with snow and water, if you walk with me, you won't get wet at all."

Are you riding the same skateboard as Qiao Yue?

They are obviously two men, remembering being trapped by Qiao Yue's tall and straight figure, He Zhiyang's heart suddenly moved subtly, he immediately felt shaken, and said in a bad mood: "I still like to step on the snow to play, Brother Yue, you Let's go back."

Qiao Yue ate his nose, and looked at He Zhiyang's back thoughtfully.

In the Imperial College, many people have already started to complain.

"Have you noticed that the meals at the gate of this school are getting smaller and smaller, and the price is getting more and more expensive!"

"Let's not say the price is too expensive, but they all have a bad face. Isn't this a profiteer? Before the loss, I thought they were kind..."

"Keep your voice down, don't let Xu Yiqing hear it, his mother seems to be selling breakfast at the door..."

He Zhiyang just entered the classroom after recovering from his mood, and he felt uncomfortable after hearing these few words. He had to admit that his classmates were right. He used to like to patronize the breakfast stalls, but now he doesn't like to go there.

He Zhiyang glanced at Xu Yiqing who was silent with downcast eyes, and suddenly realized something: "Is your mother not here for several days?"

"My mother is not feeling well, she said she wants to go home and rest,"

Xu Yiqing forced a smile, he was busy with homework, and rarely cared about his family after he lived in school.

Looking back and thinking carefully these few days, I realized that since the Cuju match, I have hardly seen my mother smile again.

Mother must have something to hide from him.

"You'd better go home and have a look." He Zhiyang patted him on the shoulder: "The weather is cold these few days, if you feel unwell, don't delay in asking for medicine in time."