Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

A few days later, it was early winter in the capital, and the wind was bitter in the daytime, sweeping the leaves of the trees and rustling them.

He Zhiyang lived at home these few days, the house was burning with earth dragons, and it was as warm as spring. He curled up in the quilt and slept late, and it was extremely difficult to get up.

When he was urged to get up by his servants, after a long day, he finished his breakfast and came to the Guozijian, it was almost past time.

He Zhiyang opened the soft curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and rubbed his slightly tired eyes in the cool wind.

Woooooo, I really don't want to go to school.

The only consolation is that there is a shortcut that can be copied, which can make him frantically try on the edge of being late.

He Zhiyang quickened his pace slightly, glanced at the patrolling supervisor at the entrance of the Imperial College, and prepared to go around the vegetable garden in the eastern suburbs, which led directly to the classroom, and he could walk there within a stick of incense.

Just as he took a few steps with his long legs, He Zhiyang suddenly cursed.

He had already forgotten that the path around the vegetable garden had already been packaged together with the Tengzihao school building and given to Jinyiwei next door.

He Zhiyang stopped in his tracks, looked up at the plaque of Jinyi Official School, and frowned slightly.

It's okay to be late on weekdays, today is the ninth day of junior high school, and the class is taught by a pedantic and old-fashioned teacher who always likes to slap the palms of students who are late.

He can't afford to lose this man.

He Zhiyang thought for a moment, hesitated a little, but stepped in bravely.

This is the site of the Imperial College, he just wanted to borrow a way, from now on they will be neighbors, if you bow your head but don't look up, you always have to give this convenience, right?

Early in the morning, the Jinyi Official School was sparsely grassed, there was no sound of reading or laughter, and it was as desolate and silent as a thousand-year-old graveyard.

He Zhiyang felt relieved, quickened his pace and went straight to the Imperial College on the west side.

At this time, in the southeast corner behind the screen wall of the official school, Qiao Yue was practicing swords in the courtyard. He tilted his ears for a moment, and slowly drew back his sword expressionlessly.

Someone set foot here.

He Zhiyang stopped in front of the wall. The courtyard wall that had not been started a few days ago had already been built. The gray wall about one person's height separated the Imperial College and the martial arts school into two spaces.

He Zhiyang cursed inwardly, this group of Jin Yiwei, they are very fast in stealing other people's good things!

This wall can't stop my young master!

He took two steps back, looked over the wall, and landed on the back window of the Chongzhi classroom. The classmates were still playing around, and the doctor who was teaching hadn't entered the door yet. It was just right to rush there at this time.

He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows, eagerly tucked up the corner of his robe, and neatly climbed onto the persimmon tree next to the wall, and landed lightly on the top of the wall.

He Zhiyang heaved a sigh of relief. The other side of the wall was the Guozijian Square. There were many scouts patrolling at this time, so it was by no means a good place to stay. He thought for a moment and decided to walk down the wall after walking to the inner classroom.

The wall is so narrow that it can only accommodate one foot by visual inspection.He Zhiyang stabilized his mind, raised his toes slightly, and slowly moved forward along the wall.

He joined the football club and Sanda club before crossing, and his body has been trained to be strong and light, and walking is not strenuous at the moment.

The tree swayed and the wind swayed, and He Zhiyang walked quickly, but he didn't notice the stern-faced boy standing under the wall of the Jinyiwei courtyard.

Qiao Yue stood under the persimmon tree with a sword in his hand, staring at He Zhiyang on the wall with his stern eyes, without making a sound.

On the courtyard wall as high as one person, the boy's black fox fur backpack with books was slung over his shoulders. Following his movements, it slid down from the side of his body and dropped to his knees several times. haired cat.

After walking for a few steps, maybe the shaking of the backpack affected his walking, so he simply took the bag off his shoulder, hugged it in his arms, and walked forward on tiptoe.

Nothing happened in the morning, Qiao Yue folded his arms and watched coldly.

He Zhiyang didn't realize that he had been exposed, and he tried to get away with it lightly.

Thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and finally moved to the inner classroom with difficulty, He Zhiyang paused slightly.

For the sake of convenience, the builder of the wall cut down a few trees on the side of the Guozijian. The surrounding area of ​​the wall is very open, and there is also a bluestone brick floor. He gritted his teeth and jumped down for fear of getting hurt. hesitate.

Qiao Yue raised the corners of his lips, it seemed that the beautiful idiot next door had climbed up the wall with his own little skill, but was trapped on the wall and dared not move.

He Zhiyang had just closed his eyes and was about to fall freely, when he suddenly heard a sneer from around him.

He Zhiyang was startled, he heard the sound and looked down, through the gap between the persimmon leaves, he vaguely saw a tall Jin Yiwei standing with his hands behind his back.

He Zhiyang thought that the timid and embarrassing situation just now was seen by this person, and his face immediately turned ugly. He immediately stood up from the wall, trying to see the person's face clearly: "Are you the Jinyiwei here?"

Not to mention responding, Qiao Yue didn't even nod his head, but raised his eyelids slightly and looked at He Zhiyang's eyebrows.

The gaze is blunt and oppressive, there is no need to make a move, the person being looked at has been firmly held down.

He Zhiyang had already recognized him, and he didn't dare to provoke him. He raised his eyebrows and said casually: "Qiao Qianhu? I'm from the Imperial College next door. I'm late for school today. Let me know."

Qiao Yue's eyes wandered around his fair face, and his voice was calm: "It's the first time someone dared to borrow from Jin Yiwei."

The voice is flat and flat, without any accommodating meaning.

He Zhiyang stood on the wall, resisting the urge to beat someone.

How fucking petty.

From the first time I saw this person, I really deserved a beating no matter how I looked at him.

He Zhiyang sneered, and said in a cold voice: "That's really a coincidence, Qiao Qianhu, you are also the first one who dares to block the way of the young master in the capital."

The man under the persimmon tree suddenly narrowed his eyes, and He Zhiyang sensed a sense of menace in the air, and laughed again: "But...it's the first time for us, so we are destined."

He and Jin Yiwei had a direct confrontation, so naturally he couldn't get anything cheap, and he would even be scolded by his father.

Forbearance was calm for a while, he was secretly planning to catch him by surprise, so naturally he couldn't be so excited that he lost his sense of propriety and tore his face.

Qiao Yue slowly squinted his eyes while holding the sword. The winter sun was warm, and the young man on the wall looked like a vigilant cat, with all his hair erected to resist the approach of the enemy.

"We'll be neighbors from now on." Seeing that it's late, He Zhiyang exchanged greetings: "Don't offend each other and help each other, how about it?"

Qiao Yue paused every word, and said unhurriedly: "Help each other?"

The tail note rises, throwing a scornful hook.

He Zhiyang was hooked into anger, frowned and said: "I know you are Jin Yiwei, others are afraid of you, but Qiao Qianhu, you have to be more sensible, many friends have multiple paths, you say yes ? Master Qianhu?"

He has a face that begs to be beaten, and he always doesn't do things in the world. Many friends will help him weed the grass in the future.

Qiao Yue's eyes were dark and unfathomable, he tapped the toe of his boot, and jumped towards the wall where He Zhiyang was with the handle of the knife in his hand.

He Zhiyang was startled, thinking that Qiao Yue was about to make a move, he was already unstable standing on the wall, so he dodged backwards, and immediately fell from the top of the wall into the Imperial College campus.

"Hmm--" He Zhiyang moaned in pain, lying on the ground for a long time unable to get up, clutching his waist and groaning, he raised his head fiercely to look at Qiao Yue who was standing on the top of the wall.

Qiao Yue stood high on the wall, clutching the persimmon branches he had just cut casually in his hands, and the hem of his robe fluttered against the wall, with an indescribably happy and unrestrained joy.

Qiao Yue smiled rarely, looked down at He Zhiyang in a good mood and said, "The timing is just right, so I can count as helping you."

As soon as the words were finished, the bell of the Guozijian class suddenly rang, echoing for a long time.

Qiao Yue contemptuously threw the dried branches dotted with persimmons beside He Zhiyang's body, which showed that his vigorous figure swept away like a flying swallow and disappeared on the other side of the wall.

He Zhiyang grinned and got up from the ground, stepping on the class bell and ran towards the classroom reluctantly.

As soon as the front foot entered the classroom, the bell just ended.

He Zhiyang covered his waist and sat down.

The ass is about to break into eight petals, and I really want to rub it.

The tablemate saw his miserable appearance, and made fun of him with winks: "Oh, which charming and hot little fairy made our Brother Yang look like this?"

He Zhiyang supported his waist reluctantly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know if you're charming or not, but it's pretty fucking hot."

The shell of the persimmons in winter is hard, dotted stubbornly among the bleak withered leaves, like lanterns, He Zhiyang recalled Qiao Yue's arrogant appearance to the persimmons, and his back molars hurt from biting.

The old grievances are not over yet, and a new enmity has been added, this hurdle, Jin Yiwei, don't want to pass it easily!

After finally surviving class, He Zhiyang was carried on Huo Yao's back, humming and whimpering to the school doctor's clinic of the Imperial College.

There is no one on the road, and it is not shameful to be laughed at by Huo Yao.

In the school medical hall, He Zhiyang reluctantly climbed down from Huo Yao's back, obediently lay on the simple wooden bed, lifted his skirt to reveal a waist, the bruises were condensed on the delicate and fair skin, looking a little creepy.

Following Langzhong's pressure, the corners of He Zhiyang's eyes turned red, and he hummed softly.

Huo Yao was sitting on the bench beside him, his eyes were a little red.

He knew that He Zhiyang beat people very hard, but unexpectedly he was afraid of pain.

When He Zhiyang just transferred to another school, Huo Yao was already one of the most respected masters in the Beijing school in Dongcheng. He heard that there was a young master from the uncle's house in the next door, and he punched the senior to his heart's content. He snorted coldly in his heart. , for fear that this newborn calf would steal his limelight.

Huo Yao was fond of fighting at that time and was a frequent visitor to the school medical center. Once he was leaning against the door and helping the doctor clean up his hand injury. A classmate leaned on his ear and whispered: "Master Yao, the one near the window will give you a hand injury. The one who took the medicine was the young master of the uncle's house who shot the senior."

Huo Yao raised his eyebrows and looked, the sun was shining by the window, the young master with red lips and white teeth was half-faded, revealing his white shoulders, the doctor applied medicine to his wound, but his head trembled slightly and turned to the side, with eyes full of tears. A tear.

Huo Yao suddenly realized that the young master who was rumored to have beaten someone fiercely didn't dare to look back at the wound at all.

She was so squeamish that her eyes were filled with water vapor.

Seeing the helpless and beautiful arc of the boy's neck, Huo Yao didn't know which tendon was wrong. Instead of sarcasm, he even started telling jokes, which made the people around him laugh out loud.

The young master with thin skin and tender flesh really tilted his head and followed the voice to look at him.

Afterwards, Huo Yao stepped into the hospital at this time every day to tell jokes, He Zhiyang's injury gradually healed, and the two became familiar with each other from now on, laughing together as if they were heartless.

Huo Yao likes to be with He Zhiyang, so after class he has to come to the next room to look for him.

Later, he directly transferred to Chongzhi Hall where He Zhiyang was.

He Zhiyang couldn't wait to see him: "Isn't it good to be a master alone? Why do you come to squeeze with me?"

Huo Yao is the master, and he is the elder brother. As soon as Huo Yao came, He Zhiyang immediately felt ethically offended.

Huo Yao smiled and grabbed his shoulders, very generously: "I want Brother Yang to cover me."

Huo Yao kept a low profile, and as He Zhiyang became more and more popular, he also gradually retreated behind the scenes.

Later, those who entered the Imperial College did not know Huo Yao's name, only He Zhiyang.

Seeing He Zhiyang being bullied by Jin Yiwei to the point where he couldn't walk, Huo Yao's fist hardened.