Don't bother me, I'm super fierce

The silence of the night made the sobbing sound constantly amplified.

Seeing that Eric was in a daze, Shi Zhou didn't move to take the paper at all, so he gently put it on the table.

Eric managed to calm down for a while, and finally apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, Misunderstanding pointed you the wrong way and made you go for nothing. There is no special reason, it just suddenly went bad for a quarter of an hour."

Even apologizing was so stupid that he couldn't turn a corner. Shi Zhou was so funny that he didn't say anything.

Eric randomly picked up a tissue to wipe off the embarrassment on his face, choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I'm out of control, I can't read a word."

Shi Zhou came here to pass a piece of paper with good intentions, but he was not so kind as to use a tree hole as a trash can for others, so he nodded and prepared to go back to his seat, and said: "It's okay, there are people like us who can't learn The person who gave you the last place."

"Can't you learn?" Eric questioned with tears in his voice. He thought that he would definitely be able to do it every week, and there was nothing he couldn't do. "I won't either."

"Then don't, my definition of "no" is not at the same level as yours." Shi Zhou waved his hand, and went back to the table where he had placed himself, ready to start a new round of pain.

A small shadow was covered in front of the paper, Shi Zhou raised his head silently and asked Eric what was the matter.

Eric hesitated, summoning up his courage: "If you can't, I can teach you."

He didn't know why, but in the process of chatting with Shi Zhou, it seemed that he had installed a receiver with the wrong channel antenna in his mind, which couldn't accept the noisy sound, but now he suddenly switched back to the channel, feeling calm.

But he had heard the story of the wolf coming, and seeing that Shi Zhou didn't answer immediately, he hurriedly added: "Don't worry, I won't teach you wrong on purpose."

Shi Zhou tentatively pushed the drafts and topics filled with unknown calculation formulas to Eric with his fingertips.

"What? Do you have any questions? I think this is quite simple." Eric raised his head in confusion, and wrote out an answer.

Shi Zhou stared wide-eyed, and silently turned out the rest of the questions and pushed them in front of Eric.

Eric sketched a few strokes and filled in all the blanks in one go, as if he was simply playing a game of climbing the grid.

"Okay?" Shi Zhou was puzzled.

"Okay." Eric didn't understand why, "I read your draft, and your idea is correct, but the formula used in the middle is wrong, so you went astray. Also, what is this? I didn't understand it. "

His finger pointed to the black ink scribbled on the corner of the draft.

It's the head of a weeping panda who can't do his homework.

Shi Zhou smiled cheekily: "It's a graffiti portrayal of my mood."

Eric frowned and looked at the pattern carefully. The more he looked at it, the more magical it became, and he whispered: "Why do I think it looks like the characteristics of the ancient times in the 21st century discovered by electronic archaeology last time?"

Shi Zhou carefully opened the drafts and diagrams that Eric had written at random, and looked up: "Thank you, you can go back. I'll just read your notes, and I won't disturb your time."

Eric's time is too precious to interfere with other people's studies because of his own problems.

"Oh." Eric scratched his head, "I'll help you when I'm free, and I'll go first."

"Ah."

Eric seemed to have found a way to make up for his apology, and he became very motivated overnight, from cautiously and timidly asking Shi Zhou if he needed his help to boldly grabbing Shi Zhou and pressing his head to learn.

A long series of detailed timetables were photographed on Shi Zhou's face. Eric is a tyrant in his field of expertise. His serious face with furious roar and eyes that hate iron and steel make Shi Zhou feel like Really hopeless.

I knew I was sorry to pass the paper.

Some things may have been paid for wrongly in the first place.

The week-long mid-term exam ended in darkness, and everyone dragged their dark circles under their eyes and fell on the bed as if they were drained.

Students in the special operations department were far from reaching the moment of liberation, and their course requirements were only partially completed.

Completely different from Shi Zhou's culture class, which had a deserted and miserable atmosphere, his practice-related classes showed an invincible battle situation and found his own home field.

Close combat, win!

Swordsmanship actual combat, kill!

Blade training, broken!

Wailing everywhere, not a single blade of grass grows.

Pressing the device in the cockpit and jumping off the mecha, Shi Zhou numbly ignored the soft-looking crying of his exhausted classmates, and walked towards the marking teacher who was waving to him.

The teacher smiled at him with satisfaction: "The B-level mecha has used the level of the A-level mecha. If you can make a breakthrough while continuing to stabilize, even the B-level mecha can have great potential, not to mention I remember you just came here. You can only control C-rank at the time."

The fight with the provocateur last time made him jump from C-level to B-level, and he spent half his life adapting to the new mecha. He won't go into details about the unknown pain, but luckily the result is not bad .

Shi Zhou wiped off the crystal beads of sweat on his forehead and was about to go out. After being defeated by him, the students who sat on the ground and did not get up yelled even louder despite the teacher's disgusting gaze.

Shi Zhou was helpless, and walked to his side to help him.The classmate immediately climbed up the pole, grabbed his arm and got up, and smiled triumphantly at the others who silently scolded him for being shameless.

I lost, but I won the love of God.

Shi Zhou walked out slowly, while replaying the content of the previous battle in his mind, constantly analyzing the points he had neglected in his mind, and constantly overturning the simulation.

A battle has gained more for him than any theory, even if he loses, he is still the master of the battle, detached from winning or losing and watching with cold eyes.

The inexhaustible strength and strong physical fitness make him sometimes have the illusion that his body does not belong to him. He can always fight his last breath without reservation. He doesn't know whether this state is harmful to him, but it seems that there is no need to worry about it. meaning.

"Shi Zhou! Here!" Two lively voices came from afar.

Kirk and Hu En had few subjects to take exams, so they finished their exams early and ran here to watch Shi Zhou's battle, and they were courteous and proud to send towels and water.

Eric passed by holding the book, his brows calmed down a lot, and he greeted him friendly when he saw Zhou Hou.

Shi Zhou replied politely.

"How did you get along with your roommate? What's his name, Eric?" Kirk frowned upon seeing this, "Didn't he tease you, and he also pretended to be deaf when others scolded you .”

"It's okay, he apologized, and I forgive him."

"I don't like him, his name also has 'ke', he touches me!" Seeing that Shi Zhou didn't care, Kirk simply played a rogue.

Hu En nodded silently, he also suspected that Eric was uneasy and kind.

"He can teach me how to do problems."

Shi Zhou's words made the two of them choke successfully.

All right, lose, their friendship will never compare to the two most beautiful words in life.

Three people are walking on the road.

"That's right." Hu En patted his head, "I transferred the money to you."

"What money?" Shi Zhou was surprised.

"It's the pocket watch from last time." Hu En said, "Didn't you ask me to sell it for you? I sent it home and asked someone knowledgeable about it. They said that this watch is a bit troublesome. The parts were taken apart and sold for a good price."

When his family members saw this watch, they panicked for a long time, thinking that he had been taken care of by a big boss or had stolen something from a big boss, so they told him to pack up and run home in a panic.

It was also from then on that he knew that Shi Zhou's identity was unusual.

Shi Zhou didn't even plan to turn on the optical brain to see the account.

When it comes to pocket watches, one thinks of Lance, when it comes to Lance, one thinks of the palace, and when it comes to the palace, one can think of the hairpin banquet that he doesn't want to think of.

The high-intensity and excited brain nerves suddenly issued a harsh "I'm tired, I'm too hard" warning.

Shi Zhou attended two banquets.The first time they arrived in the imperial capital for the first time, the old duke walked him and Shi Qing around in front of everyone like a doll, and announced that he had recognized his two cheap sons. look down.

The second time was when he came to Lance. He suffered countless teases at a banquet. Lance said "sorry" to him gently. At that time, he didn't know the reason for saying this. There are traces to follow, he is giving innocuous warmth to a chess piece that is being used.

The third time, which is now.

When Zhou Sheng was crushed on the black leather seat with nothing to love, and the warm wind blowing by the electric wind blowing against his ears was blowing against the concave shape of his scalp, Tony was exclaiming in a pretentious way, louder and louder:

"Oh my god, your hair is so beautiful."

"Oh my god, your skin is so explosive."

She didn't see Shi Zhou's increasingly stinky face at all, and her ability to pretend to be blind was perfect.

Shi Qing was dressed in a black well-fitting suit, handsome and handsome like a handsome young man walking out of an oil painting, with a leisurely posture so that he stretched his hands to look at Shi Zhou.

Shi Zhou closed his eyes and missed his sight, out of sight and out of mind.

Braving the air-conditioning, ignoring Tony's intoxicated sighs and going out, Shi Zhou bent into the car, huddled against the window, if he couldn't get under the car, he would be very willing, as long as he could not share the small back of the car with Shi Qing seat.

"Brother will take a seat first, I have something to discuss with others." Shi Qing raised the gap of the window, "Don't blow the cold wind, you will easily get a headache."

Shi Zhou let out a "huh".

"How is the life of the first army?" Shi Qing continued to search for topics, tapping lightly on his knees with his fingers.

"It's okay." Shi Zhou said concisely.

It is impossible for Shi Qing not to hear Shi Zhou's perfunctory, turned around and looked at Shi Zhou's exquisite side face for a long time, smiled to himself, rubbed his fingers over the fingerprints on his hand, and set his eyes on Shi Zhou's empty fingers , smiled inexplicably.

The so-called hairpin banquet in the daytime is simply a feast for viewing flowers, a feast for beauty and a blind date.When it comes to the formal banquet in the evening, important high-level personnel will gradually arrive to attend.

Among the high-level children are those who "do not do business properly" and became famous early on as Internet celebrities. Today, they are working hard to earn traffic through the real-time live broadcast of this on Xingwang.

At this moment, he was taking pictures with the camera, and he introduced himself from the side: "Before the banquet starts, I will show you all. This year's flower banquet is more prosperous than ever. Look at this Lingxiao flower."

The following is a quick refresh of the screen:

[People are more beautiful than flowers. I saw the latest limited edition of the J family. There is only one piece in the whole empire. It is so beautiful, it is the beauty of money. 】

[Little brothers and sisters are so beautiful, the bloggers all showed us. 】

[Fuck!Am I dazzled!The blogger quickly turned back, I saw a fairy! 】

【Ah, please go back, I saw it too...】

The comments surged all of a sudden, he followed his line of sight cautiously, saw Shi Zhou at a glance, and turned off the live broadcast regardless of the audience's crying.

The blogger is bitter, how can I let you see this.

They almost knew the news of Shi Zhou's death and resurrection, but the strange thing was that there was an elder in the family who ordered him not to offend Shi Zhou. After Shi Zhou came back, he studied quietly every day, and he was even more lonely than before, but there was news at home. The elders kept secret, and put a veil of mystery on him that was even more mysterious than the Mona Lisa.

He was not familiar with Shi Zhou, and hadn't played much together before, so he silently admired Shi Zhou and left after a while, without rushing forward to say hello.

Shi Zhou sits in a hidden corner with a good view, and he is particularly good at hiding in the dark to minimize his presence.

The footsteps of the people coming and going are light, talking and laughing, the clouds are fragrant and the shadows on the temples are dazzling, watching his long-stretched nerves relax and soak in the soft music.

Suddenly there was a small commotion, and the people who approached recognized him one after another, and bowed under the signal of silence from the people around him.

When Shi Yi looked up, it turned out that his guardian passed by in a hurry.

The military seems to have just left the conference room. Si Lin's clothes are rare and complicated. A large piece of silver rose is covered with a black cloak that reaches to the ankle, buttons made of enamel, large and small gold medals pinned to the chest, and the most eye-catching thing is the It is a rose medal with complete and exquisite carvings, which is the glory that belongs to the marshal of the empire.

Four eyes facing each other.

Shi Zhou silently blinked at him twice quickly, then lowered his eyebrows and looked down.

"Marshal?" The adjutant didn't understand why Si Lin suddenly smiled, and he was terrified. Could it be that he just told a bad joke?

"You go first, I'll change clothes." Si Lin ordered lightly.

After Shi Zhou said hello, he originally withdrew his thoughts, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He raised his head again and stared at Si Lin's right leg for a while. There was a small piece of black cloth imprinted there that was deeper than other places.

Are you hurt?He muttered in his heart.

Do you want to care about it? After all, Si Lin really helped him a lot.

Shi Zhou hesitated, and was finally willing to separate himself from the cushion, ending his hour-long meditation task.

"Are you injured?" Si Lin walked unhurriedly, as if he was waiting for him specially.

Shi Zhou followed him within a few steps, stood side by side with him, and looked hard at his legs. It took a long time before he realized that his behavior was a bit bold and inappropriate, and coughed, "Follow me."

There are many vacant and abandoned rooms in the palace. Shi Zhou has lived for three or four years, and he is very familiar with the terrain. He quickly walked into the room at a corner and took out the wound medicine from the hidden compartment: "It's not expired, don't worry."

After speaking, he turned around and hinted to Si Lin to bandage up quickly.

He couldn't figure out why a marshal could be in such a miserable situation, even if he was injured, he couldn't be treated immediately.

"Thank you."

"Why don't you come back after it's cured?" Shi Zhou directly asked his doubts.

Si Lin muffled, probably taking medicine: "Your Majesty told me to report to him first."

"You really listen to him." Shi Zhou looked at the small window without squinting.

Perhaps due to the influence of living under the red flag for a long time, he has not yet adapted to the imperial family system of the empire, and sometimes he is very rebellious to the emperor's ideas.

Si Lin looked at Shi Zhou's obedient back with his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers, and smiled, he didn't expect Shi Zhou to have such an unruly and unrestrained side.

"You have to get well soon." Shi Zhou was afraid that being quiet would be too embarrassing, so he chatted casually, and observed the changes in the light and shadow of the sun falling on the window.

It is the shadow of the flower, the shadow of the bird, and the shadow of the leaves, dancing.

His leisurely smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

It is the shadow of a person.

This area is rarely visited by people, because someone once hanged himself here, the palace people are taboo, and several ghost stories have been spread, almost no one will set foot here.

But there were clearly two people outside, walking towards the room they were in, with deep seriousness in their faces.

"Let's talk about it."

They looked at each other.

In a clichéd and unavoidable way of hiding, they quickly entered the cabinet that just fit the two of them.

The voices of the people who came to talk were too low, and it was impossible to hear what they were talking about.

Through the weak and narrow field of vision through the gap, one can only see clearly the back of one party wearing a close-fitting suit and the other party who is more than half blocked, revealing the same ordinary clothes without any characteristics.

The blocked party seemed to speak with an accent, which was not the most authentic tone of the imperial capital, and it was hard to tell whether it was a twisted tone of a foreign country or a dialect.

Shi Zhou continued to believe in the code of conduct of "don't worry about what you shouldn't know", held his breath and lowered his head, a small section of his slender neck exposed in the darkness was dazzlingly white.

The space in the cabinet was small, so he turned his head slightly uncomfortably to avoid the scorching heat sprayed by Si Lin, and the sound of intertwined breathing made the originally clear scent of plants and trees tinge with ambiguity.

Si Lin has never shown such an aggressive look in his eyes, such a cold male hormone and the desire to occupy fill the small world.

It seems to be a different person.

When Zhou was about to stare at Si Lin.

The conversation outside continued.

There was a low, suppressed cough.

As if hitting a layer of glass suddenly, Shi Zhou's heart was suddenly clenched, and the temperature of his whole body was taken away in an instant.

Si Lin observed Shi Zhou's reaction.

Shi Zhou's mind was in a mess, and he pursed his lips to force himself to calm down.

"Someone is coming." The man with a strange accent said alertly, and the two looked at each other and hurriedly separated.

Still unable to go out, on the contrary, footsteps sounded again in the room that had been empty for a while, and the sound was getting closer and closer, so that there was no chance of escape.

"The clothes are in the cabinet on the left." The visitor muttered something, as if he was afraid that he would forget.

Heartbeat like a drum.

Shi Zhou's hand reached for the dagger in his pocket, Si Lin was speechless, but his arm muscles tensed quickly and his dormant killing intent was ready to strike someone at any time.

The moment the cupboard door was opened to let in the light, Shi Zhou's heart almost jumped out. He clamped Si Lin's wrist between lightning and flint, and exerted ten percent of his strength. Bleeding.

It was Kirk.

Kirk's eyes were about to pop out, and his face quickly flashed "My cub's innocence is gone", "Who is this dog man", "I broke my cub's adultery" and other rich expressions, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly. .

There was another sound of footsteps outside the room.

"Shut up!"

Shi Zhou's deep urging and Kirk's instant closing were almost at the same second.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked Kirk.

The voice of the person who came back can be clearly distinguished, gentle and majestic.

Here comes Lance.