After a day off, I started to study the text. There are two classrooms in total, and you will be seated according to the test number. There are two sessions, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, respectively, archaeology and geography, and the requirements are to write an article. When Lu Qimeng was in Xifu before, he often studied ancient texts, as well as geography and military affairs, and under the guidance of Mr. Du, he had his own opinions on these, and he wrote very smoothly. Because he couldn't submit the papers in advance, he was bored sitting and sleeping, which caused the examiner to look at him frequently, or shook his head, feeling that he didn't pay attention to the college at all, and he didn't even work hard for the exam. If Lu Qimeng knew the psychology of the examiner, he would probably be surprised, thinking that the examiner was very pedantic, and he would have to let them understand what dialectical thinking is and teach them according to their aptitude.

In the evening, the students who lived with Lu Qimeng were all discussing today's exam with great interest, and felt that they had answered very well and would definitely get a good score. Song Qingyang and Lu Qimeng just listened quietly and watched. The others saw that the two of them were so low and concluded that they had done poorly. Some of them said, "Who was so beautiful a few days ago, why is it like a frosted cabbage today?", and laughed loudly with others. There were also many people who comforted them softly: "Don't worry, this is all up to the teacher's heart, who knows which article will be able to enter the eyes of the masters? Not to mention that your martial arts are okay, and there will be debates tomorrow, there will always be a chance." Then there was chatter, which made Song Qingyang and Lu Qimeng have a headache, but thinking of them was also well-intentioned, it was not easy to blame, and it was over. To be honest, the two of them didn't bother about this at all, they didn't speak just now but they were too tired and wanted to sleep, so they seemed to be unenergetic, which made people misunderstand.

The next day, the breeze shook the branches and leaves, and the shadows of the trees swayed. Lu Qimeng was in a trance, as if he had returned to his student days, some leisurely morning or afternoon.

At that time, although Lu Qimeng was quiet and introverted, and had no sense of existence anywhere, he had a world in his heart, even if he would be confused and vulnerable, he knew what he wanted from beginning to end. It's just that life is always like this, when you are looking forward to it, you don't hesitate to shake off a big mouth, which makes you almost numb in pain, but you still have to move forward, you can't stop to take a look, think for a while, and finally you are far from your ideals, and even more unrecognizable. Lu Qimeng is a stubborn temper, he doesn't want to compromise completely, he always tries to be as sincere as possible, treats people meticulously, and takes fairness as the standard. However, gradually, she had fewer and fewer friends around her, and some people persuaded her, but they all ended in failure.

Now, Lu Qimeng is in a foreign country, and he can only save his life as much as possible, and he will always do something---- good or bad.

"What do you want?" Song Qingyang patted Lu Qimeng's shoulder.

"Didn't think about anything. Lu Qimeng replied lazily.

Song Qingyang looked at it, and pretended to be uncomfortable and said, "You must be lying to me, you still don't treat me as a brother." Ouch, my heart, why does it hurt so much?"

Lu Qimeng looked at him with a helpless look, and rolled his eyes into the sky when he turned around: "Don't pretend, it's not like it at all." I'm going to sleep, what are you going to do?"

"I, I'm going to walk around, familiar with the familiar environment, you know, I can't be idle. ”

Lu Qimeng nodded thoughtfully: "Go, go, I'll wait for you to go to dinner together." After that, regardless of whether Song Qingyang answered or not, he left in a hurry.

Song Qingyang stood and watched Lu Qimeng walk away, until even his back was blurred, and finally disappeared, then he turned around and left, taking away the cool breeze.

Lu Qimeng slept until late afternoon, and it was already past the time for lunch, secretly thinking that Song Qingyang might have forgotten to wake him up because of something, and he shouldn't be blamed. It's just that a person is inevitably lonely, and he finally makes a friend, but he forgets himself, and always has a feeling of abandonment.

The sun outside is just right, the branches and leaves are tender and green, and the flowers are blooming one after another, which makes Lu Qi dazzled, and he doesn't know what to see. A few birdsong came from the mountains in the distance, high and low, as if they had reached this vivid world through the pale years, contradictory and strangely harmonious. Lu Qimeng was in a better mood, thinking of the pear forest he saw by chance a few days ago, and couldn't help but move forward by himself.

There are many excellent verses in ancient poems that describe the scene when the pear blossoms are in full bloom, Lu Qimeng used to always be unable to imagine well, and felt that it was unreal, but today he came here and found that he couldn't speak. Although the scene is small, it feels big and deep, as if it doesn't want to be peeled off from memory and become dispensable. There is a degree of movement, and there is no sound like sound. Lu Qimeng found a relatively clean tree on the ground, lay down, and looked at the sky through the branches and flowers.

Some voices came from afar, Lu Qimeng pricked up his ears, and vaguely heard "Well, I'll look for you next time" and "Childe, pay attention to safety, you go first". Then there was a sound of footsteps, which faded away. Lu Qimeng felt that one of the voices was a little familiar, and he couldn't think of it when he tried to think about it, so he had to lightly hammer his head with his fist in frustration, thinking that the two of them had something to do, otherwise how could they talk about things in this place, but fortunately they didn't make any movement, otherwise their lives might be gone.

The second day, it was a new beginning. Yesterday the shift was divided and the notice was also given, so there was no panic today, except for one person. Lu Qimeng learned yesterday that she would not stay with Song Qingyang to study in the future, she was a little depressed, but she was full of hope for her future life, but she was nervous, so under the influence of a variety of emotions, she rarely suffered from insomnia, which led to her getting up late today. In a hurry, Lu Qimeng found the school very smoothly. She was a little uncomfortable, after all, being late was a bad habit, not to mention that today was the first day, which would leave a bad impression on the master. After thinking about it at the door, he straightened his chest and pushed the door in.

Into the purpose is a back. Lu Qimeng was stunned, looked at the back figure turning towards her, glanced her up and down, frowned again, and said, "Why is it so late?" Lu Qimeng hadn't come back to his senses yet, for no other reason, the person who spoke was the beautiful man he saw that day. This shocked her, she had never thought that the man was the master, and he was still teaching in her class.

"I'm Chu Guanqi, teaching ancient literature, you can call me master. ”

Lu Qimeng felt that this name was very familiar, but he didn't think much about it, just stared at him.

Chu Guanqi looked at Lu Qimeng, who was stunned, pursed his lips, and didn't say much, but approached Lu Qimeng leisurely, knocked the book on her head a few times, and then summoned Lu Qimeng's god.

"Master, may I sit down?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Qimeng looked at the other students, nodded firmly, and then said, "Of course you can, I see that the master is so handsome and handsome, and his temperament must be gentle, and he will not let the students stand in class." ”

Chu Wanqi smiled, secretly thinking that there was such a straightforward person, and wanted to use this way to save her from punishment, it seems that Mofeng Academy is full of talents, and this time it is the right place. Chu Wanqi pointed to the door and said coldly: "Go out and stand, you don't have to listen this morning." Then he looked at the others and said, "In my class, you must do what I ask, and if you don't do it, go out on your own, do you understand?" Everyone shook their bodies, and Nuo Nuo said, "I understand, Master." ”

Lu Qimeng felt a little illusory, and walked out of the house in a daze, staring at the eaves blindly, those answers echoed in his ears, and he fell into deep thought unconsciously.

The morning passed quickly, but it was very difficult for Lu Qimeng, he was always uncomfortable, and he couldn't get rid of the dryness when he twisted around, and in the end, he went to sleep directly, which was comfortable.

The unique bell of the college rings, which means that class is over. The students walked in pairs, and when they walked by, they couldn't help but talk a few words when they saw Lu Qimeng. This made Lu Qimeng's popularity in the academy rise rapidly, so other masters would always observe her during class. Lu Qimeng didn't like this, but there was no way to solve it, so he could only wait for this gust of wind to pass.