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Chapter 824: Trouble

In the capital in May, the heat began to flow, and the high-rise buildings were a little more impetuous, but tourists came and went as always.

The cracks caused by the collision of modern atmosphere and long historical heritage impact people's visual beauty, and it is also the defect of the thousand-year-old capital of Beijing, but it does not affect its uniqueness.

No one can conclude that the girl who is still playing and singing in the alley today will not be popular all over the country in the next moment, and no one dares to assert that the obscene uncle who is wearing slippers and biting on ice cream is not a VIP of Citibank.

However, not everyone can become the darling of the city, and it is impossible for everyone to take root in the capital, there are many people who succeed, but there are many people who fail, the rule of 28 applies to any industry, but there is one place, most of the citizens of the capital and even the people of China, firmly believe that they are the pride of the sky, the pillars of the future.

Jingda is an educational totem in the hearts of the Chinese people.

No matter how developed the economy and how rich Huaguo was, and how many people crossed the ocean to study, it has always been a benchmark for Chinese universities, a temple for students, a temple for parents, and it is undeniable that the students who enter here are definitely the pride of more than one billion people.

The catkins are flying, the sun is shining, and it is another sunset.

With the passage of time, the precipitation and admiration of teachers and students, and the Boya Tower evolved into a symbol of Beijing University, perhaps it has accumulated more than 100 years of humanistic atmosphere, people who do not belong to Beijing University, stop at the lakeside, eighty percent will produce the mood of pilgrimage of believers.

Pious, excited.

At this moment, in the pavilion by the lake, a young man in white sits on a stone bench, holding a copy of "Macroeconomics" in his hand, and flips through it with peaceful eyes, but it gives people the feeling that he is not looking, but scrutinizing, because looking at it is just a general browsing, and the examination can find the content behind each word and understand the spirit contained in it.

Half of the body of the young man in white was shrouded by the setting sun, in the mottled golden, his posture still maintained upright, but in the upright, it contained a leisurely and dignified, leisurely like the green willow trees not far away, the fun of heaven and earth between Fuang, solemn as if it was a mountain in the clouds, with unfathomable meditation.

These two feelings were originally a contradictory opposite, but in the body of the young man in white, they were harmoniously unified.

This is a good place to study, many students of Beijing University holding books can't get close, not the young man in white has a powerful aura, but the shirted bodyguards scattered around, blocking the approach of a stranger, polite but unquestionable, the student is at a loss, puzzled and even angry complaints, but the final result is to bow his head and leave.

These bodyguards, all of whom are armed with firearms.

"Whoa!"

A breeze blew over, swept up the ripples in the lake, and also swept the pages in the young man's hand, the freshness of the breeze made him take his eyes back from the book, and then took a deep breath, raised his head to look at the straight boya tower, and muttered to himself: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan, this small day, is really leisurely." ”

"I don't know what happened to Mo Qixiong and them?"

The young man in white is Ye Zixuan, after Hua Hai took out the bullet and met his mother, he was secretly sent to Beijing University to recuperate from his injuries by Jinyi Ling, a small courtyard vacated by the leaders of Beijing University, covering an area of more than 500 square meters, and the people who live in front and behind are all national treasures.

This is this residence, it can be said that it is under house arrest, it can also be said that it is protection, it is said that house arrest is because Jinyi does not let him have any contact with the outside world, the TV, mobile phone, and network are all cut off, and no one is allowed to visit Ye Zixuan, and there are only furniture and books in the yard.

Ye Zixuan can endure this kind of day, and he has survived the more palpitating loneliness in the mountains back then, but he has a lot of worries in his heart, and he doesn't know how far the game has got, and he doesn't know if Mo Qixiong is okay, so this kind of leisurely life can never be too indifferent: "I don't know when this kind of day can end." ”

"Ye Shao, it's almost dark, shouldn't we go back?"

When Ye Zixuan put down the book and picked up the thermos flask and drank the tea, the middle-aged woman who was called Sister Miao walked in from the shadows, and asked Ye Zixuan respectfully, although they restricted Ye Zixuan's contact with the outside world, and the places for their daily free activities were limited, it did not mean that they were not polite and polite enough to Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan thought of the cold courtyard, rubbed his head and glanced at the sunset and said with a smile: "Sister Miao, it's only half past five, and there is still an hour before it gets dark, and I'm not hungry, so let me breathe a little more fresh air here." He sighed, "If I am condemned in the future, this will be my last freedom." ”

"Good!"

Sister Miao glanced at her watch, at half past five, she was slightly surprised by Ye Zixuan's judgment of time, and then chuckled: "Ye Shao doesn't want to go back yet, then we will accompany Ye Shao for a while, this sunset, this air, is also rare for us, but Ye Shao doesn't need to worry about the future, I believe that Zhongyang believes in No. 1, and will definitely give you a fair judgment." ”

Ye Zixuan let out a hearty laugh when he heard this, then closed the book, and responded playfully: "In these days, it is better to believe in anything than to believe in strength, Sister Miao, let me ask, if I am not backed by the Ye family, will there be a game between all parties now?" Can I still read here in peace? I'm afraid that I will be killed long ago to calm my anger. ”

The corners of Sister Miao's mouth twitched, and then she sighed: "Ye Shao, I'm just a rough person, I don't understand officialdom, I don't understand politics, and I don't dare to criticize it." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about state affairs."

Ye Zixuan put the books and thermos flasks into a bag, and a black-clothed bodyguard stepped forward and helped Ye Zixuan lift the things, Ye Zixuan didn't insist on anything, and smiled slightly at Sister Miao: "I've read the book, and there is still a little time, let's take a walk around Beijing University, so as not to stay for a week without snooping on the whole picture." ”

Sister Miao hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, and turned her hand to the left side: "Ye Shao, please." ”

Three minutes later, Ye Zixuan took Sister Miao to wander leisurely, but his leisurely self-satisfaction made more than ten inconspicuous bodyguards tense their nerves, although they felt that no one would attack Ye Zixuan, but many things were not afraid of just in case, just afraid of 10,000, especially now that it was at the peak of school, the flow of people increased, and they had to be vigilant.

Although Sister Miao walked beside Ye Zixuan, her eyes never relaxed, she was like the rest of the bodyguards, she was engrossed in protecting Ye Zixuan's safety, and the group walked for half an hour, and when they walked to the Beijing University Peace Gymnasium, Ye Zixuan raised his head slightly, looking at the stadium in front of him that kept cheering, and approached with a touch of interest.

Sister Miao whispered: "Ye Shao-"

Ye Zixuan waved his hand lightly, pulling away a little distance, somewhat unaccustomed to being pasted, and smiled faintly: "It's okay, I'm measured." ”

"Whoosh!"

Just when Ye Zixuan was curiously leaning forward with his hands behind his back, an object shot from the side without warning, extremely fast, containing huge power, Ye Zixuan instinctively flashed forward, and at the same time, his right foot swept away, bang! With a loud bang, the object of the burst instantly accelerated, flew out dozens of meters like a cannonball, and smashed into the cheering crowd in front.

During the flight, Ye Zixuan glanced at it and smiled bitterly.

Football.

A tall boy in a football uniform, first stunned at the disappearing football, and then looked at Ye Zixuan, who was full of apologies, it seemed difficult to believe this unimaginable foot power, Ye Zixuan smiled bitterly at his oversensitivity, and apologized to the tall boy: "I'm sorry, it's a little stronger." ”

"I'll help you get the soccer ball back."

Ye Zixuan was very happy to take his responsibility, although the ball almost hit him, but he shouldn't have kicked out dozens of meters away, and at the same time raised his head to look at the crowd of cheers that turned into dead silence, worried that the ball would knock down the flowers and plants, so after waving his hand to Sister Miao, Ye Zixuan ran forward with a neat movement, which could be regarded as moving his muscles and bones.

As soon as he approached the huge crowd holding his mobile phone to take pictures, Ye Zixuan heard an angry roar in the middle: "Who the smashed the ball here?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me, did you hurt anyone? I'm in charge! ”

Ye Zixuan responded apologetically, and squeezed in from the students with quick movements, and soon squeezed to the front, he found countless pairs of eyes staring at him, men and women all looking at him, among them, there was a pair of angry eyes, just wanted to speak but saw the football spinning on the ground, swept a glance and secretly shouted that there was trouble, nine hundred roses arranged into love, a mess.

Football, directly tearing the heart in half.

ps: Thank you Little Bear Edadin for tipping the work 1888 wave coins