The girl looked at him in a daze, a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, Jiezi, isn't this the kid who was yesterday at noon? He just smashed your head, haven't you always wanted to seek revenge on him?"

Wang Qiang was stunned for a few breaths, looked at Yang Ye's gaze, and suddenly lit up, and shouted to the young man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Brother Jie, hurry up, this kid is a waste, he just deliberately scared us. ”

The young man named Mouse, when he heard Wang Qiang's words, immediately recognized Yang Ye and hurriedly pulled Jiezi up.

Jiezi shook his arm and shouted angrily: "Silly fork, don't kneel down quickly, this son is a scribe!"

Looking at the stupid behavior of the two people beside him, he regretted that he didn't tell them what happened last night, if Yang Ye was angry with him for this matter for a while, it would be a big trouble.

"Scribe, what are you laughing at?

When Wang Qiang heard his words, he suddenly felt extremely funny, how could this kid who had to rely on women for protection yesterday become a scribe in a blink of an eye.

"Brother Wang, kneel down, this son is really a scribe, ...... yesterday"

Jiezi's face was full of horror, and he quickly told him what happened yesterday, and then kowtowed to Yang Ye again and again, begging for mercy.

Wang Qiang and the other two young people, after hearing his words, were stunned and stunned, some of them couldn't react.

Yang Ye looked at the sky, didn't bother to pay attention to them, stretched out his hand to pull up the stupid girl, couldn't help but say, and took her away.

Cai Xiaoyan followed behind, glanced at the brilliant morning sun in the distance, and suddenly felt a burst of warmth.

When the three of them arrived at the door of the seminary, Yang Yefang let go of the girl and said with a smile: "It's okay, you, go in quickly, don't be late." ”

The girl lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "I...... I don't go to school here. ”

"Not here, ...... you?"

Yang Ye was stunned when she heard this, but she muttered, "I'm ...... Xiuwu Academy......"

"Poof!"

Cai Xiaoyan suddenly couldn't help it, laughed, looked at Yang Ye with a mocking face, and said, "Brother Xiaoye, you forcibly kidnapped people here, what bad things do you want to do?"

"This ......" Yang Ye looked depressed, glanced at the girl embarrassedly, and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Seeing that the time was almost up, he didn't dare to delay, greeted Cai Xiaoyan, and hurriedly entered the academy.

"Cut, you held someone's hand all the way, rude and rude, where did you give people a chance to speak?"

Cai Xiaoyan looked at his back, glanced at his mouth, and Fang looked at the girl beside him.

The girl wore a white dress, tied a ponytail, her cheeks were snow-white, revealing a trace of shyness, and her dark eyes looked at the ground, not daring to look at people.

"This sister, my little brother has always been very sloppy, I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's too late now, you can run back quickly. Cai Xiaoyan said apologetically.

The girl let out a low "oh", but did not immediately turn away, her two little hands grabbed the dress and twisted it for a while, Fang plucked up her courage and said, "Sister, the ...... just now That boy, what's his name?"

Cai Xiaoyan was stunned when she heard this, looked at her again, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said: "His name is Yang Ye, and he is the first person in our first grade to understand the literary atmosphere and become a scribe, which is amazing." ”

"Oh. ”

The girl's snow-white face was flushed, and she answered softly, nodded and turned to leave.

Cai Xiaoyan looked at her immature and slender back, gradually moving away, couldn't help but smile, her eyes were shining, and murmured: "Brother Xiaoye, it seems that someone's heart is about to start thinking about you." ”

......

When the bell rang for the end of class, the first-graders excitedly rushed to the big blackboard on the road.

On it, it was written in bright red letters: Congratulations to a group of Yang Ye and become a scribe!

"Wow, it's amazing that someone has become a scribe so quickly!"

"Could it be that Lord Zhang's son, I heard that he has an original manuscript of an article containing literary atmosphere hidden in his house, and asked his son to take it out and watch it every day. ”

"Silly you, this classmate's surname is Yang, how can he be the son of Master Zhang?"

"Oh, could it be the son of a rich merchant? There must be something hidden in the house, otherwise how could it be possible to break through so quickly?"

"Hey, isn't this Yang Ye the first kid to perceive the literary atmosphere? I just realized the literary atmosphere yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, I immediately became a scribe, this is too rebellious, right?"

Everyone looked at the news on the blackboard and began to talk with envy on their faces.

After a while, a writer took a piece of red paper and came over again and pasted it on the blackboard.

"Grass! Someone has realized the tone again, Cai Xiaoyan from the third class!"

"Is that the new school girl?

"Wow, what a great look, I'm going to chase her!"

"No one will look at you for your virtue, unless you can become a scribe. ”

Not far away, Cai Xiaoyan and the girl named Xiaoqing stood together, with a faint smile on their faces, and they were not too excited.

"Xiao Yan, your childhood sweetheart's friend, is it a human being? I just understood the literary atmosphere in the morning, and immediately became a scribe in the afternoon, this is not scientific!"

Xiao Qing looked at the news on the blackboard over there, and said with a jealous expression.

"Hehe, he's not a human being, is he a demon?" Cai Xiaoyan listened to those students' words praising Yang Ye, and her heart was sweet.

"And you, why did you understand the tone so quickly? Could it be that you often have a relationship with Yang Ye's kid?"

Xiao Qing looked at her enviously and asked.

"Hmm...... Quite possibly. ”

Cai Xiaoyan smiled slightly, remembering the score of "White Moonlight", and a warm current suddenly flowed in her heart.

"No, Xiao Yan, I also want to know Yang Ye, you must introduce him to me, I can't live without him. ”

Xiaoqing pondered for a while, and suddenly pulled Cai Xiaoyan and begged.

Cai Xiaoyan chuckled and teased: "Xiaoqing, you can't live without him so soon, are you in love with him? This is not good, I don't want you to be my sister-in-law." ”

"Die, I just want to touch his luck so that I won't be tempted by him. Xiao Qingqing glanced at him innocently, and didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore.

In other words, she naturally wouldn't believe it, but after knowing Yang Ye, she would be able to quickly comprehend the tone.

While the students of the whole grade were discussing, in a luxuriously decorated rotunda, the teachers of the first grade classes, the dean of teaching, and other teachers gathered together and sat here.

Bai Jinxun stroked his beard, and his old face showed a joy and pride that he couldn't hide.

Today's meeting is to reward a class of writers.

The first student to perceive the literary atmosphere was in the first class, and the first student to become a scribe was in the first class.

As the head teacher of the first class, he is really proud and big.

"Hahaha...... Teachers and friends do not need to be frustrated, and make persistent efforts in the future to strive to surpass the old man's class. We're in a class this time, but it's the first time we've got two firsts, don't be jealous, don't be jealous, don't be jealous......"

"Especially Elder Wang, you said last time that the two firsts belong to your class, so now you have been hit. Hey, you're not too young, don't be angry. ”

"And Teacher Qian, don't roll your eyes, the old man has seen it, as the younger of the old man, you should congratulate me from the bottom of your heart, what are you jealous of, it's a big deal that the old man will give your class a lesson for free, hahaha......"

Bai Jinxun looked at the literary teachers in the other classes, all of them looked dejected, and suddenly felt complacent, triumphant, and the smile on his old face blossomed, and everyone felt very satisfied.

Tang Fanfan sat next to him, watching him chatter proudly, and couldn't help laughing: can make a person like Bai Lao, who rarely laughs a few times a year, laugh like this, then Yang Ye really has some skills.