Bored

Kyogokuhiko held his chin and was expressionless in a daze.

Outside the window, the cherry blossoms have already budded, and occasionally a few birds can be glimpsed in the blue sky.

"Kyogoku-san, my dad has bought a new yacht, do you want to go play together?"

"Where are you going to go during the summer vacation? Las Vegas? ”

"Kyogoku-san, you see this is my newly bought dress, is it cute?"

"Kyogoku-san", "Kyogoku-san", "Kyogoku-san"

noisy

Kyogohiko changed his posture to support his chin and nodded coldly: "Everyone, it's class." "The class bell rings for five minutes and can still be so noisy, it is really worthy of being a student of Yingde.

"Ahhh

"Kyogoku-san, I don't know if I have a topic!"

"Kyogoku-san"

"Everyone!" Kyogokuhiko frowned slightly, and slightly aggravated his tone, "Class, shut up, and go back to your place." Raising his eyes to look at the female teacher with exquisite makeup on the podium, he smiled playfully, as if he was still a newcomer who had just come in this year, and he was so anxious without understanding the situation, and those unsightly careful thoughts could not escape the eyes of this group of young children who were human spirits.

It's no wonder that this group is particularly clingy today.

Yawning and watching the slow flow of people around his desk on the inner and outer three floors, he pulled his cuffs, stood up slowly, and bowed slightly: "Let's start, Mr. Aoki." ”

"Thank you for this classmate, and everyone should learn from him." Aoki-sensei smiled awkwardly to hide his blue face, and wrapped his fingers around his carefully dyed curly hair, trying to make a friendly gesture, "Then let's get started, please turn the book to page sixteen, and let's start with the fifth lesson first." ”

Sixteen pages, Kyogohiko opened the book casually, didn't even read it, and casually started his compulsory project in the Japanese language class - in a daze.

In this regard, the students of Class A of the second year of Yingde Junior High School are accustomed to it. In fact, they themselves are also playing with mobile phones, chatting and chatting, and completely treat the teacher as a transparent person.

If it was the Chinese teacher who had been mixing in England and Germany for more than ten years, it naturally didn't matter, he was happy to talk to himself, and most of the time the students would give him face to listen to the class.

"Next, please talk about your feelings about this text, who is the class leader?"

It's a pity that the new teacher who has been replaced, in addition to being very good at scratching his head and making gestures, seems to be filled with waste in his head.

Kyogokuhiko thought so, and glanced down at the textbook, and the picture that caught his eye successfully ruined his good mood.

Lesson 5 of the second grade Chinese language textbook of Yingde College, "Mr. Kyogoku", page 16, a large single portrait of the great writer Kyogoku Yu.

Ah, he's never heard a Mandarin class, and he's forgotten that the old man is still a regular visitor to the Mandarin books.

Kyogokuhiko quickly read the text with a sweep of his eyes, his thin lips slowly hooked, and he stood up before Aoki-sensei called the class president for the second time.

With a cold smile on his face and an indifferent mockery, he looked at Aoki-sensei's eyes with implicit expectation, and said, "I'm so sick that I'm about to throw up." ”

Aoki-sensei's smile froze on his face, "Classmate, what did you say?" ”

"I said," Kyogokuhiko repeated, "I was sick and wanted to throw up." ”

That's right, the only feeling he had in the whole song was that he was disgusted with pantothenic acid in his stomach.

The audience was silent, and after a long time, I heard a student below whispering, "Is this woman an idiot?" ”

The students sitting there were all trembling and peeking at Kyogokuhiko, but this sentence was like boiling water dripping into the hot oil pot in Aoki's heart, which made her instantly angry.

"How can you say that!" Her eyes widened and she pointed angrily at the door, "Get out!" Get the hell out of here! ”

"Needless to say, I'm leaving, too." Kyogokuhiko swept the contents of the table into his bag and flung it behind his back, opening the door to the classroom, "Ah, by the way, in view of your inappropriate words, teacher, I think I have good reason to question your teaching qualifications, so I refuse to attend any national language classes until you resign." He raised his eyebrows, ignoring Aoki's staggered face and continued, "I forgot to introduce myself, in Shimokyogokuhiko, it's not Kyogokuyu's grandson." After saying that, he threw the door open without hesitation and closed the classroom behind him.

If you want to fish for a golden turtle but you haven't even investigated the student's family history, you don't even need to be stupid and upright, and you don't even need Wikipedia to yell at the heroine who doesn't know the details of the heroine 800 years ago, and the first lesson of Yingde Academy has to make Mr. Aoki remember it to the bone.

Kyogohiko walked down the stairs through the hallway, and the teacher he met along the way either pretended not to see him or greeted him respectfully, not caring at all about his blatant skipping class.

Family background is an axiom, and the iron law of England and Germany is meticulously enforced.

There are no cherry blossoms on the cherry blossom path, only freshly formed buds, standing on the branches that still stretch out to the sky after the cold winter.

It's as clear as a wash.

Kyogokuhiko lay on his back on the bench on Sakura Road, put his hand into the schoolbag pillowed under his head, took out his mobile phone, called up the address book, casually closed his eyes and pressed someone, and decided in his heart that if he didn't answer after three rings, he would hang up directly.

"Hey, you finally remembered to call me?" Fortunately, the lucky winner who was chosen answered the phone on the second tone, and Kyogokuhiko opened his eyes and glanced at the name on the address book, closed his eyes again, and said, "Ximen Sojiro, come to Sakura Road in the middle school of Yingde College to pick me up." ”

He was not polite at all, his tone was more inclined to command, to be honest, he didn't think he had the need to be polite at all, and the person on the other end of the phone was also accustomed to the young master's commanding attitude, not only immediately bounced up from the sofa and put on his coat to prepare to go out, but also immediately asked, "What else is needed?" Eun, okay, okay, no problem, be ready. ”

Hanging up the phone, Kyogohiko yawned, fourteen-year-old young man is the time to grow his body, and it is normal to get up at six o'clock in the morning and be sleepy now. He made up his mind as a matter of course, closed his eyes and let himself go to sleep.

If you wake up and Ximen Jiro hasn't come yet, call the driver to pick it up.

On the other side, Ximen Sojiro listened to the busy sound on the other side of the mobile phone, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and while getting dressed, he called someone to buy Yu Erzhong's dumplings and Kongya's bean paste glutinous rice cakes, grateful for the convenient air transportation, so that the eldest young master could get what he wanted within twenty minutes.

Hua Ze, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, took a little thought out of the book and asked, "Your new favorite?" ”

"Good taste." Misaku Ming smiled and sat back in the chair, "Whose young lady?" ”

"Neither." Ximen Zongjilang picked up the motorcycle helmet, shook his mobile phone and replied, "It was summoned by His Majesty the Emperor." ”

"That's just the right time to take a look." Daoming Temple Division said, "I've heard you talk about it for so many years, but I haven't seen it yet." ”

"See not here." Ximen Sojiro shrugged, turned around and walked out of the bustling and confused bar, "The emperor is not yet an adult. ”

Half an hour later, Kyogokuhiko sat in the back seat of the motorcycle of Sojiro Nishimen in a daze, chewing a glutinous rice dumpling with difficulty in his mouth, "Where is this?" He sat on the motorcycle and looked around, although he was still on the Yingde campus, he no longer knew where he was.

"Go see some of my friends." Ximen Zongjiro pushed the locomotive, carefully protecting the little ancestor on the car from falling, if this one broke a little skin, he would have to be trained by his grandfather to be unable to lift his head when he went back.

I really don't know who the real grandson is.

"Oh." Kyogokuhiko replied coldly, holding his balance on the seat with his hand, and said vaguely with a ball in his mouth, "Quasi-play." ”

This familiar tune, Ximen Zongjiro sighed with nostalgia, and couldn't help but shake his head and secretly laugh at the fact that he was brainwashed Yan zhòng.

Kyogohiko yawned again, and he was very at ease with the envoy Ximen Sojiro, who had lived in as many homes as he had since he was a child, and each of them was willing to cry and shout to be tossed by him, in this person's cognition, life is just a matter of opening his mouth and choosing at will.

Yingde's junior high school and high school are not very far apart, and it is only a matter of ten minutes to walk over, and the locomotive is parked downstairs in the library, and Ximen Sojiro said, "We have arrived." ”

Kyogokuhiko chewed the second glutinous rice dumpling, glanced at the high steps at the entrance of the library, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Hug me up." "With such a high staircase, do you want to exhaust me?

The corners of the young man's eyes were still crimson, and the bottom of his eyes was foggy, obviously he hadn't woken up yet, Ximen Zongjiro sighed, and bowed down to pick up the young man in response.

Thanks to the young man's picky appetite and weak physique, he would not let Young Master Ximen die of exhaustion in front of the library.

Even more thankful that with the second glutinous rice dumpling in his stomach, Kyogokuhiko's sanity hanging behind him finally returned to his head for a long time, and he slapped Ximen Sojiro with an expressionless face, and stepped on the marble floor of the library with his feet in calfskin boots.

Yingde's library is expensive, rich in books, and the scent of ink floating in the air fully pleases Kyogokuhiko, "It's so-so." He commented that books are knowledge, knowledge is power, and being able to choose this place as a gathering place can have three more points of expectation for the friends that Ximen Sojiro wants to introduce to him.

"The library in England and Germany is a place to read." There was a bit of smugness in Ximen Zongjilang's tone, he hadn't forgotten that the little young master resolutely kicked away the crying Xu Wanghuan and refused to go straight to Yinglan Junior High School because he disliked Yinglan, and he didn't even have a place to read.

Walking through the high bookshelves, Kyogokuhiko examined the books on the shelves and the atmosphere in the library with an almost critical eye, he will be promoted to high school in two years, whether to go straight to Yingde High School, the library is the most important and only criterion for consideration.

Therefore, at the moment when he was knocked down the stairs by a woman who was screaming and running with egg paint water stains, Kyogokuhiko did not hesitate to draw a big cross for Young-deok in his heart.

Ah, if you have time, let's go to the Ice Emperor to take a look.