Chapter 8 Sitting Together

Looking at the data on the white jade bricks in the space, he realized that these are non-material spiritual civilization things, Wang Yao doesn't know the material civilization category, can he not be tired of being included in this space, if he can, then it will be amazing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's the equivalent of carrying a warehouse with you, and you can do magic.

Wang Yao checked the repertoire lines and background for a while, and when he was about to exit the space, he glanced at the green jade stone in the middle, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the reputation value showed 114.

"System, didn't I use the reputation value of the lottery yesterday?" Wang Yao asked in surprise.

"As long as the other party still respects and affirms you, the reputation value is refreshed and counted once a day in the early morning and can be accumulated. The system replied.

Wang Yaoyi was overjoyed: "Then can I draw a lottery?"

"Yes. "The system said me, and the turntable appeared in front of Wang Yao.

Wang Yao skillfully turned the pointer, and finally stopped at a book "Gongsun Chou True Works: Qi Nourishing Chapter", and then countless words and pictures filled Wang Yao's consciousness again, with the experience of last night, this time Wang Yao did not panic, calmly absorbed a part of it and then exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Gongsun Chou, that is, an apprentice of Mencius of Yasheng, in addition to being posthumously sealed in the book "Mencius" and the Song Dynasty, is not a very famous person in history, but there are many folk history records in the Warring States, this Gongsun Chou is also a Qi practitioner, and even reached the realm of Bigu, but there is no way to verify.

But the knowledge that Wang Yao received at the moment is indeed a method of exercising the body and recuperating the breath, with a skeptical mentality, Wang Yao came out of the rejuvenation space, according to the method written above, after doing a few movements unfamiliarly, he did not feel any change, but sweated a lot.

The temperature in Hangzhou in mid-June was already very high, but the morning was still very cool and he would not sweat easily, but Wang Yao obviously felt that the T-shirt on his body was wet with sweat and sticky and uncomfortable.

Does it really work?

Wang Yao couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he didn't sweat after running half a lap just now, and he just made a few movements just now, and he sweated so much.

So Wang Yao made a few more movements, and then obviously felt a sore calf, realizing that this might really work, but his current physical fitness can't keep up, and he may lose his strength if he does too much.

Wang Yao is not a reckless person, he picked up his bag and went back to the dormitory, took a cold shower in the water room and regretted changing a new set of clothes in the dormitory, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast, because there are not many students, and the aunts in the cafeteria know almost everyone and know Wang Yao's situation, so they will give Wang Yao more for breakfast every time.

But after Wang Yao finished eating today, he didn't feel full, Wang Yao realized that his body was better and really became different.

After taking a detour to the library to return the books and borrowing two other books, Wang Yao was the first to arrive at the classroom and sat in the corner reading as usual.

After more than half an hour, some students walked into the teacher one after another, talking and laughing, Wang Yao's eyes swept over these students who had been with each other for three years, but they were not very familiar with each other, thinking about whether they could get some prestige or something.

The classroom gradually became lively, but Wang Yao yawned again, searched around, and found nothing to communicate with, and couldn't help but think of Zheng Jingjing again.

Although he doesn't smile and is cold on weekdays, he still gets along very well.

Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Zheng Jingjing, who was still dressed as usual, walked into the classroom, and the noise in the classroom obviously stopped for a moment, and everyone looked at her, after all, it has become a habit to look at the school flowers every day, and then continued to laugh.

Zheng Jingjing ignored these people and walked straight to the seat next to Wang Yao this time.

Wang Yao perked up and looked at her suspiciously.

is also a top student, Zheng Jingjing is the heart of the teachers, and Wang Yao is the heart of the teachers, so the treatment is naturally different, one of the two sits in the first row and the other sits in the last row.

Zheng Jingjing took out the book, there was still a trace of tiredness between her delicate little face and eyebrows, there were still some cyan traces under her eyes, she seemed to be a little sleep-deprived, her hair was covered with undried water stains, and the whole person exuded a fragrance like morning dew, which reminded Wang Yao of the morning breeze when he pushed the window this morning.

"You're in good spirits today. Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao, and her tone was cold.

"Huh?" Wang Yao came back to his senses and looked away a little embarrassedly, "It's okay, but why are you sitting here?"

"Easy to ask you questions. Zheng Jingjing's straightforward answer was not ambiguous at all.

Instead, Wang Yao touched his cheeks a little embarrassed.

So the atmosphere is dry here, Zheng Jingjing is quietly doing the question, Wang Yao is holding his face and looking at the big banyan tree outside the window, the big banyan tree in the upright flowering period is full of pink and white flowers, which looks a little cute.

made Wang Yao suddenly think of Zhang Yuangan's "Dotted Lips"

The mountain is dark and autumn clouds, and the crows are winged and crying banyan trees.

Where are the deceased? It rained overnight.

Dream into a new cool, only to kill the heat.

I don't know.

The swallow will go.

It's another year of flow.

............

It seems that he is about to graduate, Wang Yao suddenly realized this problem, the past three years have been so bad that he has forgotten the time, and he is about to take the entrance exam.

Thinking of this, Wang Yao looked at the 'old classmates' in this room who were not too familiar, showed a weird smile, and turned his head to interrupt Zheng Jingjing's hard work, "Classmate Zheng, where did you apply for college?"

Zheng Jingjing stopped writing in her hand and frowned, "I haven't decided yet, my family wants me to be admitted to Chinese opera." ”

"What about yourself?" asked Wang Yao.

"I don't know. Zheng Jingjing shook her head and glanced at Wang Yao, "What about you?"

"I can only stay here, I can't afford to pay the tuition fees for other schools. Wang Yao chuckled, without the slightest shame on his face.

Ordinary boys are very face-saving in this kind of adolescence, but thinking about it, Wang Yao is an orphan and must be different from ordinary boys, Zheng Jingjing pursed her lips, "If you work hard and get a particularly good score, maybe there will be other schools that are free of tuition." ”

"And this?" Wang Yao was slightly stunned.

"Talent is always valuable. Zheng Jingjing said lightly and continued to do the question.

Wang Yao touched his chin and began to think about Zheng Jingjing's words, fledglings have a dream of sailing, and Wang Yao is no exception, especially after having a system, he also wants to see the outside world.

When the class bell rang, Professor Yang, the head teacher, walked up to the podium with a beer belly, looked at Zheng Jingjing and Wang Yao in the corner, and was slightly stunned, "Jingjing, why are you sitting there?"

"I have some questions to trouble Wang Yao. Zheng Jingjing replied truthfully.

Wang Yao looked at Zheng Jingjing with some envy, and sure enough, classmate Zheng, who was good-looking and good at studying, was so bold that he even changed his seat.