"Hey, isn't that Fang Zhongyong?"

"It's Fang Zhongyong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The one next to him seems to be Chai Gongzi, quick, call them over and team up to fight." ……

As soon as he returned to Lushan Academy, Fang Zhongyong's hot search physique made him be pulled into the battle in a second. In other words, those who can tell jokes will bow? What kind of logic is this?

Although he wondered, Fang Zhongyong was still with Chai Lin, and was arched into the Keju venue by everyone.

This backyard lawn is extremely spacious, with a length and width of more than 100 meters. According to the Song Dynasty custom of forming a team to juju, a net was pulled up in the middle of the court. On both sides, there are cherry blossom trees.

In the center of the net, there is a two-to-three-zhang log, on which is a basin-sized hole - Song called it "Merry Eye", which was later called the goal.

Twelve players from each side, on both sides of the net, try to kick the ball into the eye of the merry, and a ball over the eye of the wind is worth one point.

Fang Zhongyong was pulled off the field in a daze, and his playing skills were unsatisfactory. Chai Lin was chasing the ball flying on the lawn at every turn, so he mixed up, and there was a problem with the proper cerebellar balance development.

The first team of students of the academy saw that the score was getting farther and farther away by the Servant team, and Di Qing's heroic posture, he used extremely flexible shoulders, back, knees, feet, neck, and waist...... Everywhere you can push the ball to the most suitable power point, and then score with one kick.

That look, with that action, is simply the big Song version of Beckham.

This situation made Fang Zhongyong sigh even more, what did such a person do to become a thief and be assigned to the northwest?

After all, at this time, as a model of prosperity of social and cultural entertainment activities in the Song Dynasty, the Keju movement has already appeared special Keju performance groups, such as the "Qiyun Society", which is even more famous for future generations.

If Di Qing doesn't be a servant, then wouldn't it be appropriate to enter a Keju performance club and kick the game?

What's more, in historical records, although Di Qing is not a person who reads poetry and books, he is also rarely literate, so there is an allusion that Fan Zhongyan gave him a book on the art of war, which has benefited him infinitely, which has been handed down.

"Build the ball, build the ball, everyone concentrate, the position of the left pole net Fang Zhongyong, pay attention to the position, keep moving. Be careful, be careful to deploy the correction command. The ball head on the student team's side blushed and shouted at everyone.

As he spoke, he pointed at Chai Lin and said, "Scatter that, change someone, you, just you, change someone to kick." ”

Chai Lin was said to have no choice, so he had to walk to the sidelines in disgrace, and replaced him with another person, and he had an idea to get bored......

"Di Qing, Di Qing, someone from your hometown has a letter-" Just as he was kicking, another servant suddenly came in a hurry and beckoned at Di Qing.

Everyone on both sides slowed down their attention when they heard the sound, and only Di Qing took the opportunity to score the last goal before giving up.

sent Di Qing away, and when it was sunset and dusk, the student team finally barely caught up with the Servant team.

When Fang Zhongyong left the scene, he saw Chai Lin holding a cake and eating it with relish, he was surprised, and hurriedly ran over and asked, "Is there someone from my family?" Where did you get this stuff? ”

Chai Lin's nonchalant flat mouth, the aroma of the cake hit Fang Zhongyong's nose.

Fang Zhongyong walked towards the dormitory room with him, and at the same time let go of the corners of the robe that was tied up, and the layers of clothes inside fell down thickly and faintly, like an ink drawing drawn from colored ink brocade.

He changed the boots on his feet, cleaned his hands again, and searched straight to Chai Lin's bed.

Sure enough, a box full of egg tarts and cakes, as well as a letter written by his sister-in-law, were all hidden by Chai Lin.

Fang Zhongyong couldn't help but open the food box, picked up an egg tart, and took a big bite of it, fragrant, really fragrant.

"Who sent it?" Fang Zhongyong spread out on the bed and asked casually.

"Miss Wang, she brought it along the way." Chai Lin pulled out a chair and sat down, and also took a piece of egg tart, chewing while holding the teapot at hand and pouring water to drink.

"Prince Month? Way? She said that she dressed up like that, followed Master Wang Yi to save her brother, and brought us food by the way. Fang Zhongyong saw that Chai Lin had poured water, urged his heart to rise, snatched the teacup, drank it all, and made a "cool" appearance.

"It's also a heroine among women." Chai Lin bragged quite openly to his sweetheart.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly thought of something, swallowed an egg tart in his mouth, raised his head again, pointed to the desk cabinet in front of him, and said to Chai Lin: "The key scientific examination questions I did for you are there, well, the third drawer on the left, you go and memorize it well, and the dead horse has to be used as a live horse doctor in the examination room." ”

Chai Lin Lao was reluctant, so he only diverted the topic and said: "Today, thanks to me for finding someone, I searched for the servant who received the letter, and called Di Qing away in advance, otherwise, you won't be able to find the pants you lost, right?" ”

"It turns out that you kid is a ghost," Fang Zhongyong stood up, stretched his waist and said: "If you lose or win, what does it matter, it is Di Qing, who is a character." With good skills and clear thinking, with him as the head of the ball, it is naturally difficult for us to win. ”

Chai Lin nodded, and heard Fang Zhongyong continue.

"But we can be his teammate, for example, and introduce him as a foreign player to our student team's Keju team, replacing our straw bale head."

Chai Lin's head nodded faster, and suddenly, he looked at Fang Zhongyong again and said, "But, what is foreign aid?" ”

……

Gradually entering the summer, after the summer, the day of the township test is gradually approaching.

The small bridges and meandering marshes, lawn flowers, winding corridors, and mansions in the academy are all faintly reflected in the lush and lush plane trees and broad-leaved forests. People passed, and the swallows and warblers chirped.

The students preparing for the township examination were lying on the table at this time and splashing ink to answer the questions.

Yes, mock exams are one of the traditional wisdom that has existed in ancient academies.

During an exam a few days ago, a stuttering master saw a student copying a book, and was very angry, "You... You... You... You... You...... You cheated, stand up for me. ”

After finishing speaking, seven or eight students stood up at the same time.

Then one person will be rewarded with a board, and a profound ideological education will be added.

Writing inspections and ideological reports is also one of the traditional habits that have existed in the academy since ancient times.

Fang Zhongyong crossed over, and this party understood that the people of the Great Song Dynasty really deserve to be the ancestors of my Chinese people, and my generation is definitely not a family, and they do not enter a family.

If it is a scientific examination, it is obviously a pad-sized exam volume, but it has a multi-day test range, which requires students to use the extended review type at night, and even so, it is still not allowed to leak sideways......

Desertion in the examination room is also the privilege of a prodigy like Fang Zhongyong.

Others scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks, but after he had already finished answering the questions, he openly challenged the order of the examination in the academy.

He skimmed the ink, swished a note, and gently threw it to Chai Lin next to him.

At the moment when the exam was about to end, the scumbag Chai Lin received a note thrown by the academic bully Fang Zhongyong, that joy, that inner feeling was a brother, and that tears were in his eyes.

When I opened the note, I saw four big characters, unforgettable:

What do you eat at night?