"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is long and sandy, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai. The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings across the river. Garden flowers. ”

In June, books are shouting in the classroom.

Liang Yu returned to school a month ago, originally according to her mother's wishes, she planned to take a year off, after all, she didn't go to school much in the third year of junior high school this year, and she would repeat her studies for another year after recuperation.

It's naturally a good thing to have time to draw comics at home, but Liang Yu still insists on coming to school, after all, campus life is also what girls have always looked forward to, and it is a particularly painful thing to let Liang Yu stay in the same junior high school to repeat. Although the teachers and mother at the school were worried that Liang Yu would not be able to keep up with the teaching progress that had fallen throughout the year, after all, he was about to enter high school, but in fact, Liang Yu's strength surprised all of them.

Chinese, Mathematics, English, History, Physics, and Chemistry scored 597 points in the mock test paper with a total score of 630 points, which is a proper admission score to a first-class high school.

Mother's attitude is very open-minded, as long as Liang Yu is happy, it doesn't matter what high school she attends, and the teacher takes care of her quite because of her weak body, so Liang Yu is the most relaxed one in the whole class with a tense atmosphere for the exam.

In fact, now, she is also trying to scribble in her notebook, of course, completely unrelated to classroom teaching.

Perhaps it was because of the inspiration from the poems, or perhaps because of the letter and pen graffiti, Liang Yu put the pictures he saw in his heart on the paper.

The remnants of the city wall, the beacon fire and wolf smoke, countless starvation and white bones, the protagonist is a young chivalrous man similar to Guan Xiu's "full of flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, a sword frost and cold fourteen states", sword eyebrows and starry eyes, galloping horses.

Due to the enemy's army pressing the border, the border pass was in an emergency, he was entrusted by his friends to travel thousands of miles to the imperial city to inform the emperor of the news of the border pass, and asked to immediately send troops to defend against the enemy, so that the common people would not be insulted by foreign insults. But the process was extremely difficult, he traveled day and night to finally enter the customs, but he could not see the emperor, and the ministers who visited him were all shirking and perfunctory, even if they agreed verbally, there was no follow-up at all.

The young man finally couldn't bear it anymore at the thought that his friends were fighting bloody battles in isolation, and that those enemies who drank the blood of wild beasts would slaughter innocent people when they entered the pass. He relied on his own ability to coerce the prime minister with a sword to take him into the palace to face the saint, but the result was shocking, the emperor who was intoxicated by the sound of dogs and horses had long since lost his human form, leaving only a thin body like a dry corpse and a withered eyes, deeply trapped in brocade clothes and jade food and intoxicating singing and dancing. It is said that the country will die, and demons will be born, and the beauties accompanying the monarch are also the embodiment of the charm and spirit.

The prime minister said, "The family and the country have long been dead", sat on the ground in a daze, the young chivalrous man angrily drew his sword and killed the demon, and jumped away in a fire and the army chased him, although he did not invite back reinforcements, but he still fulfilled his promise and went to the border where his friend was, even though he knew that it was already a sea of corpses.

In the end, it was the picture of him standing alone and with a sword next to his friend's corpse, facing the enemy who was coming from the mountains and seas without retreating.

After writing and putting down the pen, Liang Yu held his chin with his hand and frowned slightly, compared to drawing a comic, it is undoubtedly much easier to write an idea into an outline-style text, but can this kind of thing really be regarded as a comic creation?

She was a little unsure, and judging by the content of the story, it seemed a little out of place to submit it to a comic magazine.

"Forget it, let's think about other stories."

Liang Yu thought about it this and began to think about other types of stories.

Liang Yu probably didn't expect that his appearance of seriously thinking about how to write a script would be seriously looked at by others, but he would become the focus of attention. However, for Liang Yu, this may not necessarily be a good thing.

"Hey, didn't you say you were going to confess to Liang Yu, what happened to the result?"

"Don't mention it, hey, King Xiang has intentions, but the goddess is ruthless."

"Hahahaha, I said you can't do it a long time ago, just kidding, Sister Liang is something you can climb, do you know how many boys died in front of her this month?"

The male compatriot who was said was immediately unhappy, he was also a handsome guy, and the girls he had dated in junior high school couldn't make up enough of a dozen, at least there was a slap in the face: "What do you know, feelings take time and opportunity to brew, when she came to school, we were all preparing for the exam, and she was so far away from my seat, I can't borrow an eraser, how can I do this?" ”

"Then you haven't just run to confess to others."

"Damn, it's better to try than not to try, heh, don't talk about me, don't you like her?"

"Ah, but even the handsome guy Liu is hanging, we guess there is no play."

"Even if you are self-aware, but it's strange to say, I didn't feel that there were such famous beauties in our school before."

"That's low-key, look at how hot it is now."

"Hey, you guys give me a quiet class, I'm about to take the high school entrance examination and I'm so unconscious!" The head teacher, who was explaining the main points of the exam on the podium, threw a piece of chalk over, and the boys were collectively silenced.

Luo Shaocong sat in the last row of the classroom, he was not a particularly conspicuous person in this class, and he had no special skills, and his long bangs always covered his eyes, which was to avoid people's eyes looking at each other. He has average grades, is easily shy and unsociable, and his presence in the class has always been the lowest.

But he has always had a girl he particularly likes, that is, when he entered the school in the first year of junior high school, the girl who handed him a handkerchief when he ran and fell, the other party was not his classmate, or he didn't even know his name, just a stranger who happened to pass by, but since then, Luo Shaocong's heart has lived in a person's figure.

In the morning exercises, in the corridor during recess, and occasionally passing by the windowsill of the next class, he would always chase her unexpectedly. At that time, the girl was not so conspicuous, she was very quiet, inconspicuous, always walking with her head down, and speaking softly, she was the goddess in Luo Shaocong's mind - of course now.

It's just that now she has become extremely dazzling, and she is naturally getting farther and farther away from the existence in the shadow of Luo Shaocong, she is his first love, but he will always bury this love in his heart, forever and ever.

Under the erected textbook, Luo Shaocong's ballpoint pen gently rubbed the brush, and there, Liang Yu, who was holding his cheek and thinking seriously, jumped on the paper.