Geng Zhiming doesn't know how many classes he's missed these days. For him, there was no need to bother to learn those things. The teacher who teaches this lesson may not be able to beat him. What is the theoretical basis of spiritual power?He had memorized those things word by word with him as early as when Ling Wuji was still there. He was even less interested in theology and history, which were the focus of the liberal arts.

In fact, nearly 1/3 of the children of the official family are in a similar situation to Geng Zhiming. After all, they are the second generation of officials, and they are already born with a golden spoon, and they don't need to be plated with another layer of gold on top of the golden spoon.

But what is very interesting is that the other 2/3 of the children of the nobility (led by Yang Qianxue) are surprisingly hardworking, and they are not inferior to those students from civilian backgrounds. Yunyin's aristocratic politics can last for more than 1,000 years, relying on the fact that no matter which generation, there will always be enough good nobles to stand up for the façade and make the empire never fall.

Jiang Yifan is in stark contrast to Geng Zhiming. He was born in an ordinary family, and he did not receive any advanced high-end education when he was young, so he naturally needs to pay more. Although his talent in martial arts is not very high, his liberal arts department is the first freshman in all courses, and he is very praised by his teachers.

But you must know that for those scumbags, the most annoying thing is the good students in the mouth of this kind of teacher. Especially when this good student has offended the scumbag before.

Xu Wenjie didn't know what kind of wind he was pumping, this was the fourth class meeting in half a month. Jiang Yifan sat in his seat and carried the Tianyuan Sutra to be tested in the theology class, and let Xu Wenjie spit on the stage.

"Who's that? Yes, yes, just say you!" Xu Wenjie suddenly pointed at Jiang Yifan.

Jiang Yifan stood up with a confused expression.

"I'm talking here, are you reading a book underneath?" Xu Wenjie said angrily, "Do you respect me?"

Jiang Yifan glanced at the classmates who were sleeping on the table around him, and said suspiciously:

"Senior, you ...... Are you sure?"

"Do you need me to say it a second time? Get out of here!"

“……”

Jiang Yifan had no choice but to walk out.

"What's going on? against me?" Jiang Yifan had a headache, "When did I offend this thing?"

Wrong...... This guy has only suddenly targeted me since today, and he has absolutely no trouble with him in the past few days, and Xu Wenjie is very likely to have been instructed by others. And the only old student he has offended is ......

"Cut, it seems that I have to ask Geng Zhiming for help when I go back. Jiang Yifan sneered in his heart.

It's night.

Xu Wenjie walked on the way back to the bedroom, humming a little song boredly.

Anxious to go back to sleep, he took a shortcut and walked a forest path.

There was no one in the grove, and he couldn't help but shiver and unconsciously quicken his pace.

Suddenly, a black sack came over, and before Xu Wenjie could react to what was happening, a raindrop-like fist had already fallen on him.

After a dull howl, Xu Wenjie was able to see the light of day again.

"Who?!!!" Xu Wenjie immediately stood up, his facial features distorted by anger.

"Hello, substitute. Geng Zhiming's lazy voice sounded, "You didn't expect us to meet again in this way, did you?"

“…… Is it you, the freshman who has been skipping class?" Xu Wenjie looked at it for a long time before he remembered, "You're done, I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office now, I'm going to let the director expel you!"

"Go, go, no one is stopping you. Geng Zhiming yawned.

"Okay, you wait for Lao Tzu!" Xu Wenjie rubbed his beaten face like a pig's head, "I see if you can laugh tomorrow!"

"Don't forget to go and get my name out first!" Geng Zhiming reminded loudly as he watched Xu Wenjie leave.

"I'm sorry for you. Jiang Yifan walked out.

"No, it's a big deal. Geng Zhiming waved his hand, "Originally, I also wanted to teach him a lesson, and it was just easy for you to help." ”

"I was actually expecting his expression when he knew your name, but unfortunately I couldn't see it. Jiang Yifan said with a smile.

"You really won't see him anymore. Even if he doesn't quit automatically, I'll find a way to get him out. Geng Zhiming rubbed his eyes, "If Xu Beiling dares to trouble you again in the future, you tell me directly, I will lift his broken club." ”

At this moment, a sound came from the woods, attracting the attention of the two.

Geng Zhiming walked over curiously and found that it was a soft and weak girl hiding under a tree, looking at them with a pale face.

"I ...... I don't know anything!" the girl panicked. She didn't know what to say next for a while, so she simply rushed out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

"Cut, who's interested in you......"

Before Geng Zhiming finished speaking, Jiang Yifan's face changed greatly:

"Stop!"

When the girl heard this, she didn't dare to stop, and she ran all the way with all her strength to feed.

"Stop!" Jiang Yifan chased forward desperately.

The girls' dormitory was not far from the grove, and the girl ran into the dormitory soon after, leaving Jiang Yifan outside.

"No, what's wrong with you? Do you know this girl?" Behind him, Geng Zhiming, who was confused by the second monk, also caught up.

“……”

Jiang Yifan was always silent.

Geng Zhiming couldn't speak, let alone leave, so he could only stand with him like this.

To be honest, it's really a bit ...... for two big men to just stand outside the door of the girls' dormitory Wretched.

"Geng Zhiming, do me a favor. ”

I don't know how long it took, so long that Geng Zhiming couldn't help but want to break this strange atmosphere, Jiang Yifan spoke.

His voice was very hoarse. It's weird, his voice is still normal when he says the last sentence.

"I want all the information about that girl. I know it's not easy, but please help me. I'm begging you. Jiang Yifan's voice was extremely low, "You can let me do whatever I want to do afterwards." ”

"You don't have to be like this, it's a trifle, really. Geng Zhiming was taken aback.

“…… Thank you. Geng Zhiming, you go first, I want to stay alone for a while. ”

Geng Zhiming had no other choice but to follow his wishes and walk towards the bedroom.

Geng Zhiming couldn't help but glance back and found that Jiang Yifan was still standing in place.

An aura of sadness spread rapidly around him, isolating everything from the outside.

Thousands of miles of clear autumn, where is the desolation?