The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

Before he could wait for Xie Shijue to speak, someone kicked the table, causing the chair to vibrate. Xie Shijue was also startled, rubbing his chin and jumping up, "Qiu Hongzheng, what are you doing?"

The culprit was looking at Duan Xingyu with bad eyes, as if he was about to swallow him alive.

Duan Xingyu stood up and met his eyes without a trace of fear. Although Duan Xingyu was thinner than him, because he was a little taller than him, his momentum was not weak.

In the end, there was no conflict between the two, and the master came in without even saying a word.

The master put a stack of papers on the table, "The school is very lively today, Qiu Hongzheng, Duan Xingyu, Xie Shijue, what are you doing standing up? Doing acrobatics?"

Qiu Hongzheng reluctantly sat back in his seat. Seeing this, Duan Xingyu and Xie Shijue also sat down afterward.

"The policy theory you wrote yesterday has been approved."

The masters in the Guozijian are all knowledgeable and do not teach only one subject, so the ratings and grades are also based on the opinions of many masters.

The one teaching them today is Mr. Wang, the oldest teacher in the school, but he is the most loved by the students because he is not so strict and likes to play around. Everyone calls him Mr. Naughty Boy. He stroked his beard and showed a smile. With an inscrutable look, "Guess who won the first class?"

"Jiu~huang~zi~" He asked this question every time, and the students only answered this name, and every time it was him, everyone didn't want to open their mouths, and they had to cooperate to show respect for the master.

"What Ninth Prince, I've said it many times. In the Imperial College, everyone is just a student. There is only Xie Shijue here, and there is no Ninth Prince."

"Oh~~~~" Everyone prolonged their voices perfunctorily, but they didn't take it seriously. Although the Imperial College stipulated that students should be equal in status, a prince is still a prince.

"Okay, Xie Shijue is indeed the first class this time, but there is another person in the first class." The master played tricks.

According to the regulations of the Imperial College, there can be more than one class A, but there can only be one class above the first class, and those who have the same score must be distinguished.

"what?"

"It's not the Ninth Prince?"

"Ahem." The naughty teacher cleared his throat, "This time Duan Xingyu and Xie Shijue's strategies are both in the first class. I discussed with all the masters and decided that Duan Xingyu is the first class."

There was a sudden silence in the room.

After a while, someone whispered.

Cai Yujun, on the other hand, was a little excited, and wanted to share his excitement with him, "Xiao Yu! You are a first-class man!"

Finally someone beat Xie Shijue, this is even more joyful than Cai Yujun himself won the first class!

"Okay!" Xie Shijue clapped his hands first, and then everyone applauded.

Duan Xingyu was also surprised. He is just a scumbag, but he has never won any first place. He used to write argumentative papers because he was very talkative on weekdays. He could make up enough words, but he never won. Very high score.

The naughty teacher explained the reason why he was able to get the first grade, "Duan Xingyu's essay is not very good, but it is good because of its novel viewpoint, which is rare. Anyone can write an essay, but it can really solve New approaches to problems are the most scarce. After discussing with several of our masters, we think that we can give you a first, so as to encourage you to lay a solid foundation and hope that you can write better articles in the future."

In this way, it is understandable that he has accepted modern concepts and it is easier to write novel arguments.

"And..." the naughty boy continued, "It is worth mentioning that Xing Yu's handwriting is very good, and it can be seen that his attitude is very correct. As the saying goes, his words are like a person, and Xing Yu is like this, but some The handwriting written by a person is completely different from his appearance, right, Xie Shijue?"

Xie Shijue smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, for complimenting me on my good looks."

As soon as he said this, the students around wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud, and they all had a hard time holding back.

The naughty teacher stared at him, twitched his beard, and said again, "Am I praising you now?"

He looked so funny that everyone finally couldn't help laughing.

Duan Xingyu was a little guilty. Because he didn't like studying, the only activity that could make him look serious in class was to practice calligraphy.

He went up to get his policy, and when he came down, he saw Xie Shijue smiling at him.

"let me see."

"Xiao Yu, I want to see it!"

Xie Shijue's and Cai Yujun's voices sounded almost simultaneously, and at the same time, Xie Shijue turned his head and stared at Cai Yujun viciously.

Cai Yujun immediately faltered, "All right, all right, look at it."

Duan Xingyu remembered that Xie Shijue had shown him the article first, so he put his strategy on Xie Shijue's desk.

Xie Shijue didn't know his brain circuit, he only knew that the article was in his hands, he glanced at Cai Yujun complacently, and then looked down at Duan Xingyu's theory.

The latter secretly gave him a quick roll of the eyes when the man was concentrating on reading the article.

As soon as Duan Xingyu came out of Gong's room, he ran into a person head-on, and that person was very strong. Duan Xingyu was bumped and almost fell backward, but fortunately, the person subconsciously hugged him.

Qiu Hongzheng grabbed Duan Xingyu's waist, and when he saw it was him, he pushed him out.

Duan Xingyu was already prepared when he saw clearly that it was him, but he just took a few steps back and did not fall down.

Duan Xingyu looked at the flushed face of the person in front of him, he knew that Qiu Hongzheng might still feel unhappy about what happened in Lanshan that day, and he would not let it go easily.

He also wanted to solve these troublesome things as soon as possible. If he could talk about it, he would talk about it. If he couldn't, then he could do whatever he wanted.

"You...you... Duan Xingyu, you..." Qiu Hongzheng seemed very angry, but he just pointed at him with a blushing face, "you" didn't say anything for a long time.

Duan Xingyu didn't want to entangle with him for too long, he calmly said, "What do you want?"

"You still ask me what I want? You insulted me that day, and I haven't settled with you yet. You are getting worse, not only seducing my brother, but also..."

"Seduce?" Duan Xingyu really couldn't understand now, "Who am I seducing?"

"Are you still trying to quibble? You did not know how to get Shi Jue to teach you how to ride a horse yesterday, and took the opportunity...to take the opportunity..." Qiu Hongzheng couldn't say anything, but the scene of him lying on the Ninth Prince's body yesterday was vivid in his mind. Don't hesitate to say, "It really is your mother's son."

Hearing him mention his mother, Duan Xingyu's face turned cold, "Qiu Hongzheng! If you say me, then say me, don't talk about my mother!"

"What? Don't let people tell? She is a prostitute who has become Mrs. Hou Ye. You also want to seduce the Ninth Prince. I really don't know..."

Duan Xingyu punched Qiu Hongzheng in the face. The man was unprepared, but received a solid punch.

"Duan Xingyu! How dare you hit me!"

Duan Xingyu felt that Qiu Hongzheng was a bit of a middle schooler, even after being beaten, he still didn't forget to say "How dare you hit me", did he think they were Little Yanzi and Nanny Rong?

The two quickly wrestled together. Qiu Hongzheng was the son of a general and had practiced martial arts since he was a child. Duan Xingyu was naturally inferior, but because Duan Xingyu made every attack without any rules at all, Qiu Hongzheng suffered a lot. deficit.

After a while, both of them were covered with colors, and more and more people were watching, and people from Zhizhi Hall also rushed over.

Xie Shijue came running over. When he ran close, Qiu Hongzheng stared at Duan Xingyu like a jackal, his gaze seemed to be sharpened, and his fist was raised high and was about to be swung down. Xie Shijue was heartbroken. Once tight, and afraid of hurting the two of them, in a hurry, he could only block his body in front of him.

"Um……"

Qiu Hongzheng's punch was very strong, and Xie Shijue was punched in the back.

Letting unrelated people suffer for him is the most unbearable thing for Duan Xingyu. He shielded Xie Shijue behind him, clenched his fists tightly, "If you hit me, hit me, why hurt unrelated people?"

Only then did Qiu Hongzheng realize that he had hit his good brother, and he was a little flustered, "Shi Jue...why are you..."

"Stop it all!" Zhang Zheng and a group of masters also rushed over, "You three, follow me to the Discipline Pavilion."

Qiu Hongzheng was dazzled by anger just now, but now he woke up, feeling a little guilty, and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at the masters.

Duan Xingyu was still out of anger, and stared at him closely with sharp eyes.

Seeing his cannibalistic expression, Zhang Zheng yelled, "Duan Xingyu, haven't you hit enough?"

"Xing Yu..."

"Xiao Yu, calm down..." Lou Zhimei and Cai Yujun looked worried.

Xie Shijue reached out to hold his clenched fist, stood in front of him, blocking his sight, "Xing Yu, calm down."

Duan Xingyu looked at him, slowly relaxed his hands, and slowly stretched his gathered fingers, "I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

Xie Shijue shook his head, seeing blood oozing from the corner of his grazed mouth, he was almost heartbroken to death, but this kid didn't let him suffer, and Qiu Hongzheng's face was not good-looking, he didn't know whether to feel angry or relieved.

"Everyone go back to class!" The master dispersed the onlookers, and urged, "Why don't you go quickly?"

In the Discipline Pavilion, the three of them knelt in a row.

A prince, a son of Lord Hou, and a son of a general, the scene is quite spectacular.

"Tell me, why did you fight?"

Xie Shijue really didn't know what happened to them, so he kept silent, and the other two also kept silent in a rare tacit understanding.

"Qiu Hongzheng? Tell me."

Qiu Hongzheng sneaked a glance at Duan Xingyu, and faltered, "I...I..."

What does this make him say?He was in a daze to say that stupid thing at the time, and he realized later that he was wrong, but he couldn't say it either.

Could it be that Duan Xingyu seduced Xie Shijue?Or...tell him what he was thinking when he hugged his waist?

Because his waist is too thin, like a woman, so he is angry?

But what is he angry about?