It was evening.

Stationery store.

Du Shen squatted at the door, his body bent, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, beside him, Liu Quan and the others had already put on thick clothes.

Recently, the temperature has plummeted, the days have become shorter, and the sky has darkened a little earlier, and winter is coming.

Taking a sip of hot tea, Du Shen exhaled a long white breath, squinted, and yawned lazily.

"I heard that Zhao Zhongyong's dog thief has already left, what should I do for many days."

As he spoke, his eyes were also looking into the distance, looking for Zhao Zhongyong's figure.

As early as the afternoon, they had already heard the news that Zhao Zhongyong was shirtless, carrying thorns, and was going to admit his mistake, so several people waited here early.

However, it was almost dark, and there was no human figure in sight.

You must know that the most annoying thing in Du Shen's life is that he practiced in the gray morning in the morning......

It's not morning, but it's pretty much the same.

This Zhao Zhongyong is good, let alone people, I didn't even see a chicken.

Zhang Hao glanced up at the sky, swallowed the hot tea, shrunk his head and said, "Master, if we don't wait, look like this, the dog thief won't come." ”

Liu Quan agreed: "The weather is too cold, and it's not worth it to freeze." ”

Du Shen nodded depressedly, he was impatient.

Zhao Xiu snorted coldly and said: "If he doesn't come, tomorrow I will take someone to copy the Guishan Academy, and kill this old thief who is inferior to pigs and dogs, and it will simply lose the face of the old Zhao family." ”

Among the several apprentices, Zhao Xiu has the most explosive temper, and he also dislikes Confucianism the most.

Then.

The sharp-eyed Xu Peng raised a cold glance, his eyes suddenly lit up, he drank the hot tea in one gulp, and shouted: "Master, look, the dog thief is here." ”

Hearing this, several people suddenly perked up and looked in the direction that Xu Peng was pointing to.

Yo......

Here comes Lao Zhao!

Du Shen raised his eyebrows and grinned excitedly.

I saw ahead, Zhao Zhongyong was shirtless, carrying thorns, walking in the cold wind while swinging, and walking slowly over.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen thinly dressed Confucian scholars, all of whom were about twenty years old, with yellow faces and thin muscles and a malnourished look.

"Du Shen, I'm Zhao Zhongyong here!"

Although Zhao Zhongyong came to admit defeat, his tone was very tough, and he didn't know whether he was frozen or angry.

At this time, a cold wind hung by, and his shirtless, thin upper body trembled involuntarily.

"Ahh

Zhao Zhongyong couldn't help but sneeze and tremble.

Seeing this, Du Shen smiled even more happily.

"Hey, who is this, isn't this the lecturer of Guishan Academy, Mr. Zhao Zhongyong? On a cold day, why do you wear so little, it will freeze you. ”

Du Shen poured the tea into his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and then spit on the ground, revealing his bright teeth.

Then, pretending to be surprised, he said, "Huh...... Let me guess if you're going to come to the door! ”

Zhao Zhongyong was already on fire, and when he heard this, his face turned white.

"Do you see that I am carrying a wattle on my back, as if I am here to rub rice?"

Saying that, Zhao Zhongyong held back his anger and said tremblingly: "Everyone is a scholar, can you open the skylight and say bright words, why do you have to humiliate me so much!" ”

Frankly speaking?

Du Shen looked up at the sky.

Kindness......

Gray.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhongyong became even more angry, and directly expressed his intention: "I thought that the students had also brought it, and the victory and defeat had been divided, so I would listen to your disposal." ”

As if he felt that he could not show off his literati character, he raised his head high again, showing disdain.

It's just that this expression, coupled with his thin figure, neither looks tall nor shows his style, but makes people feel inexplicably funny.

"Shirtless in winter, shouldn't he be a stupid hanger!"

Xu Pengju smacked his lips and glanced at Zhao Zhongyong with pity.

Beside him, Wang Gui also followed: "No, no, no, the master often says that the fool hangs the fool, but the friend, in the humble opinion of the junior brother, this is the Shabi yes." ”

Unceremoniously, he made up another knife next to him.

Liu Quan, Zhang Hao and Zhao Xiu also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it's a shabi."

Du Shen touched his nose in embarrassment.

This was not something he had told a few apprentices in advance, although he also hated Zhao Zhongyong very much, but he couldn't criticize others verbally.

Ay......

He was wise and wise, and he couldn't think of a few apprentices who were taught, but he was full of swear words and did not inherit any of his good qualities.

It seems that when we look back, we have to keep up with the ideological and moral lessons.

Otherwise, if you go down three ways, you can only say it at noon, and something will happen sooner or later.

Zhao Zhongyong was even more angry and almost wanted to vomit blood.

Doesn't he know that now that the weather is getting colder, what kind of brain-dead behavior it is to be naked?

Obviously it is to bear the guilt of thorns, and carrying thorns shows solemnity!

How did you get to Du Shen and become Shabi?

Is there still a heavenly principle?

Although Du Shen didn't know what Zhao Zhongyong was thinking, he could figure out one or two of them by looking at his face.

Looking Zhao Zhongyong up and down again, Du Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the thorn strip hanging behind him.

At this time, the wattle has long ceased to grow, dry and strong, and the thorns on it are also sharp and scary, and a bloody hole is touched.

However, the bundle of thorns that Zhao Zhongyong was carrying was different.

Not to mention the thorns, even the nodules that can make people shave are extremely smooth.

Is this called the guilt of pleading?

But it's too real.

Du Shen sneered in his heart, fortunately, he had already thought that the sincerity of the people in Guishan Academy would not be great, and he had already made preparations.

He bowed his head noncommittally: "Since that's the case, let's get started!" ”

Zhao Zhongyong didn't want to be hypocritical and snake anymore, and said: "I started at the beginning, but the words are ahead, Du Lao thief, I, Zhao Zhongyong, am a scholar, and I disdain to be humiliated by you, and now I am guilty of pleading, and your requirements have been half completed, do you admit it?" ”

Du Shen's face was strange: "Admit it, how can you not recognize it." ”

Hehe......

Pretend to be with me, you're in for it!

Zhao Zhongyong snorted proudly: "Then you can take care of it, and I will kneel down and apologize to you." ”

The voice landed!

Zhao Zhongyong's face tightened, his lips trembled and he closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see Du Shen's nasty face, he directly bent his legs and knelt down.

For......

The sound of knees colliding with the ground is clearly audible.

Hiss......

Hurt!

Zhao Zhongyong looked at the ground in disbelief.

I saw that on the ground, gravel the size of a grain of rice was scattered and scattered.

"You're still fucking scattering stones?"

Ahem......

Du Shen cleared his throat and spread his hands innocently: "If I say that I forgot to sweep the floor in the past few days, will you believe it?" ”

Believe in your uncle!

Zhao Zhongyong's face darkened, and he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "Count you ruthless!" ”