Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Watching Yang Shouche leave in a hurry, 【Yang Mingliu】of course noticed the boy's "own" thoughts.

For a moment, [he] only had a sneer in his heart: he was so stupid back then, no wonder he was deceived by that person.

into the night.

Yang Shouche woke up suddenly from his dream. He suddenly turned over and sat up, but his opened eyes were out of focus, and he just stared blankly ahead.If you look closely, you can notice that his eyes are completely distracted, obviously he is still in the dream.

The sweat on his forehead was sticking to the sides of his cheeks in wet locks, and even large dark marks could be seen on the back of his clothes, but Yang Shouche didn't care about his embarrassing appearance now.He tried his best to open his mouth, but it seemed like he couldn't inhale, until the whole face was suffocated, the instinct prevailed in the confusion, and he resumed his breathing, panting heavily.

The memory in the dream quickly blurred in this brief twists and turns. Yang Shouche tried hard to catch something, but only the vivid emotions remained.

—Surprise, pain, disbelief.

"He" was betrayed, betrayed by someone who trusted him so much.

What followed was the betrayal of relatives and discredit.

"Honest!" "Hypocrite!!"

"Ridiculous, but a thief who steals other people's fruits!"

"..."

The turbulent emotions almost overwhelmed Yang Shouche.

Yang Shouche asked himself to sit upright, and he would not care about deliberate accusations from irrelevant people, but he could feel that those people in the dream were not "irrelevant" people, they were friends he had once referred to as confidantes. , Like-minded peers, they once expressed their ambitions vigorously, and once passionately and generously made a wish to help the world together.

But when the accident happened, none of those old friends stood by his side.

There was anger and contempt in their eyes, but there was also well-hidden excitement and joy. This sudden change almost completely defeated the young man who had never had any twists and turns in his life before.

Yang Shouche sat blankly for a long time before finally breaking away from the intense emotion.

He soon realized that such a real feeling was definitely not an ordinary dream, but his lackluster past never had such a deep and painful experience.

Reluctantly clearing his mind, Yang Shouche asked softly, [Is that you? ]

Although the dream was messy and broken, Yang Shouche didn't even remember the name in it, and with his memory fading, he even forgot what happened in it.

But Yang Shouche could feel that the person in the dream was different from him.

That person is far brighter and more wanton and proud than him, and the spirit of a young man is far beyond his reach.But the more this is the case, the more severe the blow will be when the sudden change comes.

The ghost didn't answer.

But Yang Shouche didn't care. After a little silence, he went on, [Do you want me to justify your name? ]

Although I don't remember exactly what happened, the person in the dream seems to have suffered a huge injustice.

The second question was answered, but it was not an answer, but a low, mocking sneer.

Yang Shouche thought the other party was laughing at his overreaching.

He really has nothing to refute about this. After all, he speaks very lightly now, let alone in the world, even in this small corner of Yingping Academy.

Yang Shouche was about to say something more, but he heard the other party ask softly in his usual mocking voice, [Rectification of name? ]

These two words are full of disdain, and Yang Shouche has long been used to the yin and yang of this voice. He said "Sure enough" in his heart, waiting for the other party to mock his overreaching, but then he heard the other party chuckle, [What use is fame to me? ]

This unexpected answer made Yang Shouche startled, he didn't quite understand why the other party had such an attitude.

Because of being in the same place in the dream, Yang Shouche clearly felt that this ghost was indeed wronged.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speak again: [You have suffered that kind of stigma for no reason, and you have been so wronged...]

Another voice answered, [I will get back from them a thousand times and a hundred times. ]

The voice was not heavy, and upon closer inspection, there was even a slight smile, but after hearing it, Yang Shouche inexplicably felt a chill in his heart.

Noticing the perplexity and slight fear coming from the young man's "self", [Yang Mingliu] smiled lightly.

Fame, what good is fame?

It is precisely because he has no reputation at all that he has become the fastest and sharpest knife in the hands of the emperor.

So what about notoriety?

He held everyone's handle in his hands, and made them all bow down. No matter how much hatred he gnashed his teeth, he had to bow and salute, and politely addressed him as "Master Yang".

I only hate that his methods at that time were too straightforward, and let the culprit go too happily.

Now that I can do it all over again, of course I have to make up for the regrets of my previous life.

Speaking of this, Yang Shouche certainly heard that the ghost didn't want him to rectify his name, nor did he mean to help him take revenge.Then there is only one reason why the other party let him have this dream: is it because the daytime affairs are warning him?

Yang Shouche collected himself. Although his face was still pale, his eyes had become firm again.

In the dream, the feelings of being betrayed by relatives and being thrown into trouble still linger in his heart, but he still said, [Master Fang is different. ]

Master Fang is different from those people in the dream.

Hearing what he said, [Yang Mingliu]'s mood seemed to suddenly turn cold.

[what ever. ]

[He] seemed to be bored all of a sudden, he just dropped these two words lightly and stopped making a sound, his attitude was like he was too lazy to talk to an obsessed fool.

Yang Shouche pursed his lips tightly, and clenched his hands into fists: Master Fang would not do that kind of thing.

On Fang Xia's side, because of the last time he read the article, he vaguely noticed that the relationship between Yang Shouche and Aotian No. 3 didn't seem to be going well, so he couldn't help but be more careful.But Fang Xia gradually realized that it didn't seem appropriate to say "not so good". If he used a more accurate description, it could be said to be "no contact"—Fang Xia even doubted whether Hong Zimu knew that there was such a person as Yang Shouche in the academy. one person.

Following Yang Shouche's copying and sending of books, the communication between Fang Xia and him inevitably became more frequent, and Fang Xia couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: Yang Shouche's thoughts overlapped too much with Aotian No. 3's article, Far beyond the normal level.

If Hong Zimu's name wasn't clearly written on that article, he would have thought it was written by Yang Shouche.

Once or twice is still a coincidence, but if the number of times is too many, people can't help but feel a little subtle feeling.

Fang Xia always felt that this situation was a bit familiar, but if he had to say it, he felt that there was a layer of window paper that was so vague that he could not penetrate it.

Since there was no problem chatting with Yang Shouche, Fang Xia couldn't recognize it, so he turned his attention to the other party, that is, Aotian No. 3.

Hong Zimu was worried that he had no chance to meet this "noble man" Mrs. Fang. Now Fang Xia showed his attitude, so of course he eagerly greeted him. Fang Xia felt even more subtle after chatting with him.

Aotian No. 3 deserves to be Aotian No. 3, with well-spoken words and golden sentences frequently.

But it is published too frequently, which makes people feel that something is not quite right, especially in some places where it is used so rotely, it is like a dream to quote famous quotes in college entrance examination essays.

Fang Xia always felt that this situation was a bit familiar, but he missed the door, but he couldn't figure it out anyway, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Outside, when Yang Shouche came to deliver the books this time, he happened to run into Hong Zimu who was leaving.

Yang Shouche was stunned for a moment, and quickly moved to the side to avoid it.

Hong Zimu didn't pay much attention to this unfamiliar classmate, he just nodded his head, and left in a hurry without looking any further.

In fact, he was in a good mood at the moment, of course he noticed the "shocked" expression of Mrs. Fang before he left, and he was proud of the words he specially prepared, so he didn't have the time to pay attention to the idlers wait.

On the other hand, Yang Shouche couldn't help staring at Hong Zimu's back for a long time when he left, until a faint sneer came from his mind.

Yang Shouche pursed his lips, and said softly to the voice in his head, [I believe in Master Fang. ]

The other party seemed to be too lazy to respond, not even a sneer this time.

The young man's lips were pursed so tightly that they turned pale, but the expression on his face did not waver.

——Master Fang is different from those people in the dream.

When Yang Shouche came in, Fang Xia was still thinking about what Hong Zimu had violated before, and he was still in a daze, so when he saw Yang Shouche coming over, he only half-absentedly beckoned him to put the copied book aside , there is no intention of leaving people to talk a few more words as usual.

No matter how swearing Yang Shouche was outside just now, the dreams for several days in a row these days have some influence on him: If he encounters this kind of situation normally, he would never think too much about it, but now he can't help but look slightly pale.

Yang Shouche even hoped that the ghost would say something for him to refute, but the other party seemed to know what he was thinking, and kept silent instead.

Yang Shouche originally planned to leave just like that, but when it came time to go out, he couldn't help but say, "Master."

Fang Xia was brought back to his senses by this call, and looked up at the boy inquiringly.

Yang Shouche opened his mouth on impulse, but now that Fang Xia saw it like this, he was nervous and ashamed for a moment, and even forgot the reason he was going to say just now, and he couldn't choose what he said just now Said, "A student made a poem a few days ago, I wonder if my master can help me with some pointers."

Fang Xia: Ah, this...

Although it couldn't be seen on the surface, Fang Xia froze at the moment.

The fact of poetry depends on talent. Although Fang Xia also learned mediocre rhythm when he accompanied Xiao Shangqin, neither he nor Xiao Shangqin has much talent in this regard.Xiao Shangqin was at least proud of the sky. Although he had no talent, he was at the level of ordinary people or even slightly better.As for Fang Xia, who is an old father, it means that the pure seven orifices have been opened to six orifices, and the remaining one cannot be opened.

Fang Xia was silent for a long time, so that Yang Shouche's originally tense mood gradually turned into another kind of tension. He managed to gather his composure and persuaded himself not to think too much, but it was obvious that his thoughts were not It was so easy to control, his face couldn't help turning paler.

Yang Shouche smacked his lips twice, and finally bowed to salute, "The student offended me, so I won't disturb the master."

Fang Xia's brows twitched, this expression is familiar to him, isn't this what Xiao Shangqin looked like when he was having trouble?If you let people go back like this, you may not know how much you think about it.

"Wait," Fang Xia hurriedly called people to stop, and said bravely, "Say it."

Although it is not enough for him to compose poems by himself, after so many years of reading comprehension, it is still possible to just analyze and analyze.