Chapter 67 Little Fight

Out of Xu Shi's yard, Yang Yanzhao was in a much happier mood. Although it was a few simple words before, Xu Shi's behavior did show that he had college questions in his chest, which was exactly what he wanted.

He and Zhang Qian walked to the westernmost house, and two rows of words were written on both sides of the door, "I'm poor, thousands of strategies, and the autumn chrysanthemum is fragrant."

"Good words, good articles", Yang Yanzhao sighed, "It is similar to the fragrance of plum blossoms from bitter cold."

"This is a handwriting in the yard. Of course, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, but the 'plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold' in the mouth of Brother Yanzhao is also an excellent sentence, which is not inferior to these two sentences in the artistic conception."

Zhang Qian's praise of Yang Yanzhao was no longer embarrassed. Although he didn't know who the words were once familiar and everyone knew, now they belong to him.

This is the advantage of travelers.

At this moment, there were several people in the college who were immersed in reading, but Qi Wenyan and the other two did not see it. Zhang Qian pointed to the empty yellow bookcase beside him and signaled Yang Yanzhao to sit down, and then he also buried his head and worked hard.

Kneeded at the desk, Yang Yanzhao put down a few books he had been holding, looked at the strange faces on the left and right, took a deep breath, and sighed a little in his heart. He didn't expect to have the opportunity to study again.

He opened the book and habitually raised his right hand. It was Yang Yanzhao who found that he had forgotten something very important without a pen.

In the previous life, I just picked up a book and often didn't bring a pen, so I grabbed a few books in the morning and went out of the house and followed Zhang Qian to the college.

Looking at the left side, Zhang Qian was frowning and looking at the scriptures at this moment. It was the time to be fascinated. Naturally, Yang Yanzhao was not easy to disturb. When he was in a dilemma, a white and fat hand stretched out on the right side, holding the pen and inkstone he wanted.

Turning his head, he was a man in satin, with a round and fat face, a little smaller than him.

"Are you new here? My name is He Yu. You can call me this evening. Take this and use it. My mother has prepared two copies for me. I always thought I couldn't use it. It's finally useful today, and it's not in vain for me to carry it every day.

What an elegant name, what a fresh font size, and this appearance reverses the concept of Yang Yanzhao's good character with a good name.

But Yang Yanzhao didn't think it was funny. Although the other party's act of giving a pen and inkstone was insignificant to him, it was undoubtedly something to be grateful for the person who was snowy and charcoal.

"Yang Jing, Yang Yanzhao."

He took the inkstone with a smile and rubbed the inkstone. There was a smell of ink. Yang Yanzhao didn't understand the judgment of the inkstone, but at least he could feel that this inkstone was much better than the money he bought at home.

He Yu looked at He Yu gratefully again. The latter's fat face showed a simple smile, raised the pen in his hand, and then wrote it.

The class of Juyuan began at Chenshi, so when Chenshi was about to arrive, people also came one after another. Many people took out their own cakes, ate and drank some, and took a little rest.

On the right hand, a nameless wind blew up. When he looked up, a figure had turned back from the door, but He Yu, who was holding a food box in his hand.

Rich people always calculate the time, and looking at He Yu's clothes, he is either rich or expensive. Therefore, Yang Yanzhao doesn't find it strange for a little boy to send snacks.

"Qiu Bai, stop looking at it, eat some hanging flower cake to refresh your mind."

He Yu smiled and took out a plate of cake from the food box and put it on Zhang Qian's bookcase. He was interrupted. The latter looked at the fat face full of smiles helplessly and could only put down the pen in his hand.

In this scene, it seems that the two are good friends, and it has happened more than once.

When Yang Yanzhao secretly inferred, He Yu took out another dish and put it in front of him. "Brother Yanzhao, you also have a plate. If your stomach is not full, how can you have the strength to write down what the saint said?"

Is this guy familiar? Is it possible to inherit the way of doing business and attracting customers at home?

He said thank you with a smile and took it without excuse. In the morning, he only ate a piece of cake when he went out. Speaking of which, he really felt a little hungry.

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao did not refuse, He Yu smiled even more happily. He took out a few plates from the food box and gave them to the people around him, and then he ate it in place.

"He Xiaopang, have you brought so much food today?"

Three figures came in, led by Qi Wenyan, and the voice was Dong Tongzheng, the thief.

The disgust on his face was undisguised. He Yu ignored it and continued to eat the snacks he picked up in his hand.

"Yo, why don't you talk? You and I are classmates. It happens that you are hungry. Can you give me some?"

As if surrounded by flies, He Yu turned around and did not look at the other party, which made Dong Tong's original appearance of making fun suddenly disappear. He stared at the soybean eyes and walked forward with shame and anger.

"Fatty He, don't be shameless!"

He Yu's fat body trembled slightly. What he was afraid of was not Dong Tongzheng, who was dancing his teeth, but Qi Wenyan, who stood on one side and watched the bustle.

The family's business in Fuzhou City is suppressed by the Qi family, so in the college, he has always avoided Qi Wenyan and others, and he can't afford to provoke him, so he hides aside.

He left his hand and ate half of the cake. He Yu got up and walked out, but before he took two steps, the tall Yu Heze blocked him.

Seeing this situation, the rest of the students were silent. It seemed that they were used to this scene. Even if He Yu treated them warmly, he did not close the distance between them.

"Enough, don't embarrass you anymore." Zhang Qian stood up coldly and said, staring straight at Qi Wenyan.

Qi Wenyan didn't say anything, but still smiled. He didn't care about himself and watched the bustle.

In such a statement, Dong Tongzheng and Yu Heze were even more fearless, as if they had acquiesced, and Dong Tongzheng pushed Zhang Qian aggressively.

"Zhang Qiubai, why are you doing so loudly? What's the matter with you when we talk to He Yu? Do you think I, Dong Tong, are bullying people? Ask He Jinxi, is there such a thing?"

One sentence led everyone's eyes to He Yu, who bowed his head and said nothing. After a long time, he still didn't say anything. Zhang Qian angrily brushed the delicate plate of lotus cake in front of the case to the ground.

Zhang Qian's behavior made Dong Tongzheng's proud face more obvious. He looked around loudly, "Have any of you seen me bullying He Jinxi?"

There was silence, only the sound of Zhang Qian shaking his body and touching the table.

"Excuse me, I saw what you said."

At this time, a lazy voice cut through Dong Tongzheng's arrogance and turned his head, but saw that the person with Zhang Qian was slowly eating pastry, and what he said just now came out of his mouth.

Looking at Qi Wenyan, he saw that the latter's eyes were a little gloomy. Dong Tongzheng, who knew his temper, understood that he was angry.

In this case, you can't be polite to this newcomer. There is Zhang Qiubai in the college who is uncertain and can't sing against him.

Thinking of this, Dong Tong's obscene face was full of hatred, but soon, he shouted and fell aside.

"It's terrible, it's terrible..."

With constant nagging, Dong Tongzheng quickly got up from the ground, rushed to a corner, and buried his head in a wide overcoat.

It only happened in an instant, and the rest of them didn't know what had happened. Dong Tongzheng was still buried on the desk. No matter how Yu Heze asked, he did not respond, and kept repeating the words 'It's terrible'.

Yang Yanzhao ignored the confused and frightened eyes cast by others in the room. He ate the last piece of cake on the plate and picked up the inkstone

"What on earth did you do to Tongzheng?"

At the critical time, fox friends and dog friends also showed their righteousness, and Yu Heze roared at Yang Yanzhao angrily.

"I didn't do anything. Did you see me bully him? Yang Yanzhao raised his head and answered innocently. Then he turned his head and turned to the rest of the people. Did you see me bully that man?

This is a little familiar. It is Dong Tongzheng's arrogant words just now. Now it is used on him, but it is retribution for evil.

"You!"

Yu Heze was so angry that he couldn't speak. He blushed and wanted to go to Yang Yanzhao, but he was stopped by Qi Wenyan, who had not spoken, "Enough!"

The cold tone made the angry Yu Heze stop his figure. He stared at Yang Yanzhao with cold eyes. After a long time, he took him back. He sat in the position of Dong Tongzheng's left hand, lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

He Yu timidly picked up the pastries and plates on the ground and felt that Zhang Qian's anger had not dissipated, so he could only walk back to the desk without saying a sound.

"Thank you, Brother Yanzhao, for your help, just..."

Looking at Qi Wenyan, who looked down and said nothing, He Yu's face turned red, and finally gritted his teeth. "If they are in trouble, please tell Brother Yanzhao in time. He Jinxi will do his best not to let Brother Yanzhao be in danger."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao stopped writing. He Yu was kind, but he didn't want to make trouble, so he blindly gave in.

But Qi Wenyan and others want to embarrass themselves, Yang Yanzhao is not worried at all. With just one look, he can scare Dong Tongzheng to pee. What else is there to be afraid of such a person?

What's more, there are Zhe Yuqing brothers behind him. With this relationship, who dares to move the earth on Taisui's head?

Feeling He Yu's nervousness, Yang Yanzhao shook his head with a smile and did not say anything. The latter wanted to say something, but the teacher came in and had to close his open mouth.

The teacher who taught was not Xu Shi, but the poems he talked about also benefited Yang Yanzhao a lot. After an hour, a few white papers in the book were filled with small black characters.

What the Master said about writing poetry is not that he does not know at all, but many Yang Yanzhao clearly know the meaning, but it is difficult to find out the point. Therefore, most of the methods he remember is to write excellent works. In this way, in addition to the eternal sentences of others in his stomach, today Later, if you talk about poetry, you will have more chances of winning.

The course of the college was rotated for an hour. Soon at noon, the students took out their own food. At this time, Yang Yanzhao found that what he missed was not only the pen and inkstone.