At the end of a wood specimen,

No, specimens, this, the end, and the words "one" and "wood" are contained in it, and the style is very neat.

Xie Donglou and Wang Yanzhao looked at Yang Guoyin in surprise,

The two were shocked that Yang Guoyin could really come out,

"I am willing to lose the bet, go, my son invites you to a big meal," Wang Yanzhao took the lead in breaking the silence,

Wang Yanzhao is a rich kid in Hangzhou City, and a meal is naturally not a problem.

No classes in the afternoon,

So the four of them didn't have any scruples to order a table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas in Xian Zhixuan.

"I'm the biggest here, I'll be the boss in the future, you, you all have my cover, who, whoever bullies you, the boss will give you a head," Xie Donglou said with drunken eyes,

"You, why are you the boss, I am the boss," Wang Yanzhao said unconvinced,

"How old are you, and you dare to be the boss," Xie Donglou shouted,

"My son is thirteen years old this year," Wang Yanzhao said proudly,

"I, I'm fourteen," Xie Donglou said, "I'm the oldest here, so I'm the boss,"

"You're fourteen?" Wang Yanzhao was a little unconvinced, but he was more mature than himself in terms of appearance, and compromised: "Then I will be the second,"

"I'm also fourteen," Yang Guoyin stood up shaky, "I, uh~ I was born in Layue,"

"I actually want Young Master Ben to line up behind your dirt buns," Wang Yanzhao seemed to hang a puddle of mud on Yang Guoyin's body, "You, you go back to your mother's womb, heavy, rebuilt." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After saying that, he fell drunk on the table,

According to age, Xie Donglou is the eldest, Yang Guoyin is the second, Wang Yanzhao is the third, and the four are Zhang Baiyi, the youngest twelve, and undoubtedly the fourth in the dormitory.

When they returned to Yunxia Garden, it was already moonlight and starry, and the four of them were drunk, and when they returned to their residences, they fell asleep.

The next morning,

Bright sunlight shone through the morning fog and sprinkled wisps across the academy.

Zhang Baiyi and the others were woken up by the sound of reading outside,

Xie Donglou opened his hazy sleepy eyes, only to find that the sun was shining, and it was already the hour.

Hurriedly beckoned the other three to get up,

The regulations of Dongsheng Middle School stipulate that scholars must get up at the beginning of the day, and they must enter the school to chant at the middle of the hour.

I didn't expect to be late for the first day of school.

Zhang Baiyi shook his head and smiled bitterly, a few people washed up briefly, and also learned the appearance of those scholars, and walked leisurely in the direction of the school.

The campus of Dongsheng Middle School is very large, but the Yunxiayuan dormitory where the four people are located is not very far from the herringbone class A.

From the mouths of the three of Xie Donglou, Zhang Baiyi knew that there were less than 100 people in the herringbone class A, and all of these scholars were famous talents in Hangzhou.

Xiang Yang Guoyin is indeed an exception, but Yang Guoyin was indeed admitted by strength.

The four of them knew that the competition between the scholars of the academy was very fierce, and the old students who had been brushed down from the ground character class all felt pressured.

Therefore, it is not easy for a newcomer like Zhang Baiyi to stay in Class A.

If everyone works hard to learn, you can only work harder than others to keep yourself from being eliminated, let alone go further.

The distance from the dormitory to the school is very short, but Xie Donglou and a few people are worried and walk very slowly.

I finally walked to the door of the school, but I heard a commotion inside.

Shangguan Qian'er's somewhat familiar voice was cold and stern:

"Cao Zhanxin, this is your craft? The study of craftsmanship is to speak for the saints. Look at your words: 'Women are usually good at people, and I try to think that women are virtuous.' The husband is still in the other person's meaning, but the self is not measured in the thought. Those who are clear in observing others will not be ignorant of confidants, and they will be willing to raise one person to hold each other hostage. That's what you are talking about? Who taught you how to make this art? It's really unbearable! Don't you blush when you act like this, but you pretend to be a guide? ”

In the school, Cao Zhanxin's long body was slightly rickety, and he didn't say a word.

After kicking from the second class of the word to the first class of the herringbone, Cao Zhanxin suffered a lot.

Since Shangguan Qian'er became his master, he has been blamed almost every day.

But what can be done?

Shangguan Qian'er's talent is really not something he can match, the so-called skills are not as good as others, he has no means of confrontation except for admitting it.

Everyone in Class A knows that Shangguan Qian'er is not good at Cao Zhanxin, but because she doesn't like Cao Zhanxin, but what is the matter?

Who made Cao Zhanxin's previous master Yu Yuanbu, Shangguan Master and Yu Yuanbu are rivals, who does she not suppress Cao Zhanxin?

Today, when he was preaching, before he started speaking, Cao Zhanxin was scolded again.

The mood of the day is bad because of this scolding, and the time of this day is going to be wasted again.

Because he was too close to Yu Yuanbu Fuzi two years ago, he was suppressed by Shangguan Qian'er all the way to the herringbone class B.

"Cao Zhanxin, aren't you a good theory? Why don't you speak? Shangguan Qian'er held her head high proudly and squinted at Cao Zhanxin.

Cao Zhanxin's head was sweating, his lips were tightly closed, and he just didn't speak.

"Raise your head!" Shangguan Qian'er said coldly.

Cao Zhanxin had no choice but to raise his head.

His eyes swept over Shangguan Qian'er's face and quickly moved away, "Huh? ”。

He frowned suddenly, and then made a move that surprised everyone, he actually left his seat and walked straight out the door.

The audience was in an uproar, and Shangguan Qian'er's face changed greatly, and she shouted: "Cao Zhanxin, what do you want?" ”

Cao Zhanxin ignored her at all, walked to the door, and said loudly: "I heard that Zhang Baiyi, the poet of this year's West Lake Poetry Club, entered Class A yesterday, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect the rumors to be true, Brother Zhang, you are finally here!" Hey, I look forward to it every day, it's just unpleasant, and I can't sleep......"

The four of Xie Donglou were standing outside to watch the excitement! Wait for the limelight to pass before you go in and report,

Unexpectedly, he was seen by Cao Zhanxin, and he came out to greet him, and he couldn't retreat if he wanted to.

Zhang Baiyi was standing at the back of the four people, and when he heard someone calling his name, he stepped forward, and ushered in a person in front of him, Young Master Zhang politely walked past before he could speak, took Xie Donglou's hand and said: "I didn't expect Brother Zhang to not only have good literary talents, but also look so handsome and chic,"

Zhang Baiyi listened with a black line on his face, looking forward to it every day, what you are looking forward to, no one knows,

Xie Donglou pointed at Zhang Baiyi awkwardly and said, "This brother, I'm sorry, our fourth, Zhang Baiyi and Zhang Gongzi are the ones next to you!" ”

Cao Zhanxin's smile stiffened, and he hurriedly took Zhang Baiyi's hand and said, "I didn't expect Brother Zhang to not only have good literary talents, but also look so handsome and chic,"

Zhang Baiyi's face darkened,

Can you ****** change the word, everyone says that they are handsome and chic......