Sima Yue thought at first that it was hard enough for the masters of Yaoqin class and calligraphy class to be Wang Jun, but there has never been the most bitter persecution in this world, only more persecution.

She doesn't understand anything about Gong Shangjiao, and she doesn't even hold a brush very standard.

So in this group of students who can be regarded as having laid a good foundation, she is really embarrassed.

And what's even more embarrassing is that because she won't be too obvious, Wang Jun's eyes are basically on her.

In the end, it seemed that she couldn't stand it because she didn't even know where to put her hand on Yaoqin, and the brush was held like that bird, Wang Jun simply stepped forward and taught her hand in hand.

OMG！ Sima Yue almost couldn't hold back at that time, and directly burst out with a foul mouth.

Dean Wang, are you sure that you really didn't take advantage of your position to rub this girl's oil?

But she looked around and saw that everyone had a natural expression on this scene, and then she silently swallowed the foul word.

Maybe it's really me thinking too much.

After all, in her own mind, she is already a twenty-two-year-old adult, and in the eyes of others, she is just a fourteen-year-old girl.

Maybe in Wang Jun's heart, there is no difference between male and female students at all, anyway, they are all his students, and they are treated equally.

Sima Yue silently comforted herself in her heart, and then silently endured the fact that Wang Jun bent over and stood behind her, teaching her to hold a pen and write hand in hand.

It's just that she hadn't had such intimate contact with a man in her previous life after all, so she still blushed irrepressibly.

So close, she could smell the fresh pine smell on Wang Jun's body, and even feel his warm body temperature through his clothes.

This kind of taste is really, too soulful.

At present, Sima Yue feels that she is not calm, and she can't calm down and write at all.

"Meditation."

Suddenly, there was a sound of flowing water hitting a stone. And as he spoke, a trace of warmth came into her ears, itching, numb.

Damn, what should I do if I can't meditate anymore?

So in Wang Jun's two classes, Sima Yue was very absent.

Even if she recited the Heart Sutra in her heart again and again, it couldn't save her.

When class ended, Wang Jun packed up and left, and Sima Yue immediately lay on the table with his whole body relaxed and didn't want to move anymore.

She was physically and mentally exhausted in both classes.

Sima Xuan next to her didn't know that there were so many twists and turns in her heart, but said excitedly: "Hey, Yue'er, the next class is Keju class." ”

Keju is similar to football, and Keju class is equivalent to physical education class, so it is naturally very popular with everyone.

But Sima Yue felt that she really had no strength at all at this time, so she waved her hand at Sima Xuan and asked weakly: "Can I not go to this Keju class?" ”

In my previous life, the favorite thing for teachers to do was to invade physical education class, and even encourage everyone not to go to physical education class but stay in the classroom to do homework, so Sima Yue took it for granted that this was the case here.

I didn't want Sima Xuan to say, "Then how can I do it?" Keju classes are also credits. Even if you get honors in all other classes, you won't be able to graduate if you fail the Kemari class. ”

It's a fucking time.

In the end, Sima Yue still followed Sima Xuan to the empty field outside.

There was a man standing there right now, and I think it was their Keju master.

How to describe this Keju master, well, in short, this master is a very man, which makes people feel that he is the kind of real man with male hormones at a glance.

The grapevine learned that Master Keju was a small citizen in the market, and he was inadvertently bumped into by Wang Jun because he kicked a good Keju, so he personally invited him to come to the academy to be Master Keju.

This master is easy to talk to, and it is generally not difficult for you, so Keju class is the easiest class to pass.

The content of Keju class is also very simple, the master talks about some things that need to be paid attention to in Keju, and then everyone begins to divide into two teams to play, to see which team scores more goals and which team wins.

However, most of the Kemari games are played by male students, and female students play rattan balls.

After all, Keju has to run for a long time, and women's bodies are always inferior to men's, so it's better to play rattan ball.

Playing rattan ball is a bit similar to kicking a shuttlecock, after all, you just use your feet, knees and the like to top the ball, don't let it land, and see who wins the most.

And Sima Yue really didn't have the energy to play this after the physical and mental destruction of just two classes.

So she casually made an excuse and talked to Master Keju, and then ran to the side to sit and rest.

Just sat down for a while, and suddenly a round ball flew in the air, rolling, rolling, and rolling right in front of her.

Sima Xuan's loud voice immediately rang out: "Yue'er, quickly throw the ball over." ”

Sima Yue looked up at the group of sweaty teenagers, and then slowly got up and stood up.

She also played football in her previous life, although it was just a hobby, but she was finally in the door.

She stood in front of the ball and looked at it, and saw that it was an inflatable ball. It's not as standard as modern football, but it's pretty good.

And the next moment, she raised her foot and kicked it precisely at the balloon in front of her.

Suddenly, I saw a slip of dust on the field, and the balloon was accurately passed to Sima Xuan's feet by her.

Sima Xuan was stunned, looked up, but saw Sima Yue standing there with a flat face, clapping his hands slowly, and then turned around and walked away slowly.

After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. Boy, don't be obsessed with sister, sister is just a legend.

So on the way back from school, Sima Yue's speech was full of admiration for Sima Yue.

His exact words were, "Hey, Yue'er, I really thought you were a fool like the legend, but now I know how misleading that legend is." Yue'er, you are really wise and foolish.

Sima Yue helplessly supported his forehead.

She would rather be called foolish than wise.

The great fool is so wise that he still has a smart appearance from the outside, but the implication of the great wisdom and foolishness is that he has a stupid appearance.

The morning of the second day was still two literature classes and two arithmetic classes.

In the two literature classes, Sima Yue sat like a clock, just like tightening the clockwork, her spirit was highly concentrated, and she was afraid that Wang Jun would catch her wrong, and then she would use this to make some moths out. When it came time for the arithmetic class, she put several books in front of the bookcase as a cover, and then slept on the desk.

Anyway, the arithmetic master is old, his eyesight is not so good, and he can't see very clearly. And she and Sima Xuan also said hello, something woke her up in time.

But I didn't want this scene to be seen by Wang Jun standing outside the house.

In the afternoon, there are astronomy and martial arts classes.

When he was in astronomy class, Sima Yue experienced for the first time what it means to be amazing.

To put it simply, she thinks Zheng Xun belongs to the type that is beautiful, gentle and easy to push down. Before he spoke, he had a three-point smile on his face, and his tone was also soft and soft, like a spring breeze in March blowing through his heart.

So Sima Yue, who was originally not interested in astronomy and astronomy, listened to these two classes with relish.

Zheng Xun's beauty is hanging there. It's also a pleasure to watch the beauty drool.

The last class is a martial arts class.

Sima Xuan had told her earlier that the master of the martial arts class was the chariot general of the dynasty, the commander of the Beijing Division, and the palace guard, with heavy responsibilities, and he was very busy, and he usually didn't come often, which was equivalent to a nominal master. The most powerful former generals he had under his command often came to teach them.

Today is the former general.

The former general's surname is Zhao Mingde, and he is also from a famous family, he is very familiar with the art of war, and his martial arts are even more admirable.

Sima Yue and Sima Xuan came to the open space where the Keju class was held yesterday, and then they found that the branches of a ginkgo tree next to them were full of apples.

It's midwinter, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree are almost gone, and the few leaves are shivering in the cold wind, and they look like they will fall at any time.

General Zhao held a long sword in both hands, and stood in front of the ginkgo tree, then he was alive and well.

With a straight face, the door god announced the content of today's class.

That is, let's go up to the tree and pick apples, and whoever can pick the highest apple will get the most points.

Naturally, this score is cumulative.

The college uses a cumulative point system. Accumulate scores according to your usual answers and table xiàn, and then achieve excellence, and you can walk out of the academy openly.

So everyone looked up at the ginkgo tree below.

This ginkgo tree is estimated to be some years old, and its branches are clustered and towering into the sky.

Apples were hung on every branch, even the topmost branch.

Sima Yue looked at the apples hanging on the top, which were swaying back and forth by the north wind, and couldn't help but think, these apples are estimated to be only picked by birds, right?

A group of students lined up and went up the tree to pick apples one by one.

So Sima Yue saw the legendary light skill.

It felt like they had springs on the soles of their feet. Just stomp on the ground with your foot, and then the whole person will eject up.

Sima Yue was only dumbfounded.

It's just that it seems that the spring elasticity installed on the soles of everyone's feet is different, so some people eject taller, and some people eject shorter.

When it was Sima Xuan's turn, Sima Yue saw him turn around and wink at himself, and then the soles of his feet were a little lower, and the person floated into the air.

He didn't pick the top apples, but he was pretty good. At least so far, the apples he picked were the highest.

And his highest record lasted for a long time, until the appearance of Cui Hu.

After getting along for the past two days, Sima Yue has finally said a word or two to everyone in the class, but Cui Hu is an exception.

In fact, she also greeted Cui Hu, and like all other classmates, she stepped forward and said with a smile: "Classmate Cui, hello, I am Sima Yue, please take care of me in the future." ”

When she greeted others like this, everyone saw that she was a princess after all, and most of them would greet her very warmly, and even a few would nod or smile at her, but when it was Cui Hu's turn, he looked at her coldly, didn't say a word, and then turned his head to look out the window with an indifferent face.

The first conversation was unsuccessful, Sima Yue had no choice but to come back, and at the same time sighed in his heart, Sima Xuan was really right, this Cui Hu is very difficult to get close to.

And now, Cui Hu, who is very difficult to get close to, is like a lark, soaring into the sky, and picking an apple on the top tree in one fell swoop.

Sima Yue was amazed by this.

Just as she was looking up at the top of the ginkgo tree, she heard her master's voice ringing in front of her: "Sima Yue, it's your turn." ”

In the dean's room not far behind them, Wang Jun, dressed in a dark brocade robe, stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, watching the whole process of all of them picking apples.