"Knock! knock!"

On the playground, the drums sounded, and the long-awaited game was finally about to begin.

Everyone was in good spirits, stopped talking, and looked up at the ornate high platform.

Ouyang Zheng straightened his chest, walked up in good spirits, bowed his hand to the surroundings, and said aloud with a glorious face: "Everyone, everyone must be familiar with the annual exhibition and literature contest of our seminary, and you should be familiar with the rules in it. ”

"However, before the game starts, I still have to ask everyone to forgive the old man, because many students are new to my Xiangzhou City from other places, so the rules of the game, the old man still has to repeat them routinely......"

Although most of the people knew the rules, they were not impatient at all.

Some listened with their ears pricked up, some thought about things, and some continued to talk in a low voice, waiting for the official arrival of the game after he finished.

Tang Xinyu, under the leadership of Wujian, quickly came to Tang Jingtian's side, and after calling "Daddy", he suddenly saw Lei Kun's daughter on the side.

"Lei Xiaolian, why are you here?"

She was slightly stunned, and her face was full of surprise.

Lei Xiaolian glanced at her, lowered her head, had an embarrassed face, and said softly: "Squad leader......"

"What, Xiao Lian, could it be that Inspector Tang's daughter is in the same class as you?"

When Lei Kun heard the conversation between the two, he was stunned.

Tang Jingtian also frowned slightly, a little surprised, and said, "Yu'er, this girl is from your class?"

Tang Xinyu nodded, looked at Lei Xiaolian with some puzzlement, and said, "Yes, Daddy, but Xiaolian told us that her family is just an ordinary family, and she was admitted with the first place in the class, how could she ......?"

When Lei Kun heard this, his eyes narrowed, he was a little angry, turned his head to look at his daughter, and said, "Little mercy, I'm just embarrassing you, you don't even dare to say my name to my classmates?"

Lei Xiaolian lowered her head and stopped talking.

Tang Jingtian sneered, glanced at Lei Xiaolian, and said, "General Lei, it seems that your daughter understands righteousness and will be a pillar of the country in the future." ”

Lei Kun's sky was blue, and he glared at his daughter fiercely, but he suppressed the shame in his heart, and sneered: "Inspector Tang should take care of your own daughter, you are so smart, but you are married to such a poor boy who is destined to have no future, it is really a waste." If Inspector Tang doesn't pay attention, maybe that kid is cunning, and he has already cooked rice with your daughter, and wants to completely rely on your daughter, and you will cry in the future. ”

"Dad, who is she married?"

Lei Xiaolian listened to his words, and suddenly felt relieved, thinking that Tang Xinyu and Yang Ye sat together every time they went to class, they were no longer uncomfortable.

Lei Kun smiled, glanced at Tang Jingtian with a sneer, and said: "A kid with a humble identity who can't be on the stage, has no strength, no background, no money, and doesn't even have a place to live, so he is doomed to be a waste." Little mercy, you must remember that you must not learn from this living example in front of you, otherwise your life will be ruined. ”

Tang Jingtian smiled faintly and said, "I'm afraid that according to your own wishful thinking, your daughter's life will really be ruined." ”

"Hehe, Inspector Tang, you are jealous, you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour. ”

Lei Kun's face was full of pride, and he said: "The first place in the exhibition competition, what a glorious existence that is, such a genius son-in-law, coupled with the assistance of my Lei family, can easily enter the imperial court when the time comes." And what about your son-in-law, who is destined to be mediocre for a lifetime, maybe your Tang family will be in a ruins. ”

Tang Xinyu heard that he had been belittling and belittling Yang Ye, and suddenly felt a burst of anger in her heart, and snorted coldly: "You said that the first place in the exhibition essay contest is your son-in-law, why should you? ”

She was tempted to say that the first place could also be my fiancé, but with her father here, she didn't dare to be so shameless.

"Hehe, niece Tang, don't worry, this first-place genius, I, Lei Kun, are going to decide. My baby daughter is not like you, just find a nest and waste a marriage, we want to find it, we have to find the best, you say yes, little pity?"

Lei Kun looked at her mockingly.

Tang Xinyu was about to speak, but she heard her father say: "Okay Yu'er, you don't have to compete with self-righteous people, even if you win the first place in the exhibition essay contest and are really willing to be his son-in-law, we don't care." Such a cowardly genius who is eager to cling to the powerful, let's not do it. ”

"That's what Daddy said. ”

Tang Xinyu thought about Yang Ye in her heart, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of happiness.

Lei Kun saw that the Tang family's father and daughter no longer paid attention to him, and he was not in a hurry to talk about himself.

He wants to wait for the end of the competition to win the first place as a son-in-law, in front of everyone, show off, humiliate his Tang family, and let them have no face.

"Xiao Lian, show me the competition carefully for a while, whoever wins the first place, you can hurry up and take my words over, let him come and kowtow to meet his father-in-law, you must do it in front of the Tang family's father and daughter, you know?

Lei Kun sneered, with pleasure on his face.

Lei Xiaolian's eyes showed a touch of stubbornness, and she secretly resisted in her heart, but her face was obedient and obedient, and she said in a low voice: "Yes, Daddy." ”

On the high platform in the center of the playground, after Ouyang Zheng carefully explained the rules, Fang very solemnly invited the city lord Wu Yiliu to come to the stage and say a few words, so as to encourage those students who participated in the competition.

When everyone saw Wu Yiliu coming to the stage, they all stopped talking, got up and stood up, bowed slightly, and sat down again.

Wu Yiliu is a handsome middle-aged man, wearing a snow-white Confucian robe, his eyes are bright, polite, and he does not have the domineering and majestic momentum that the lord of a city should have, but like an ordinary teacher.

After he took the stage, he first thanked the college administrators and teachers who dedicated themselves to the cause of education, then thanked those celebrities who took the time to select talents for Xiangzhou City, and finally encouraged those students who participated in the competition with witty words.

"My daughter is now fifteen years old, a little worse than me, everyone loves her, and flowers bloom. Although she is a student of the Martial Arts Academy, if any of you have achieved good grades and take a fancy to her, then I will agree with your pursuit. Of course, if people are too ugly, or if they look better than me, they will be exempted......"

The crowd burst into laughter and discussion.

The male students who participated in the competition were all enthusiastic and excited.

In the outermost position, sat the monks of the seminary, as well as their relatives and friends.

Zhang Peilin and Bai Jinxun sat together, each with disdain for each other on their faces.

At this time, hearing the city lord's encouragement with his daughter, Zhang Peilin finally couldn't help it, glanced at Bai Jinxun, and said, "Bai Lao, I advise you to call the student in your class down quickly while the game has not started, so as not to be embarrassed in front of the city lord for a while, which will not only embarrass you, but also make our entire academy a joke." Isn't it a joke that a first-year student, who has just become a scribe, wants to participate in the competition?"

"That's it, Bai Lao, you know better than anyone that the people who participated in the competition in the past were all second-year students. The lowest of those people are mid-scribes, most of them are literati, they are all brilliant geniuses, you let a first-year student come to the stage, others know about it, and they think that my seminary has no extra talents this year. ”

The rest of the writers also persuaded with sarcasm.