The dormitory of Jiangnan Academy is one student, the room is not large, there is a bed, a wardrobe, a small table and two chairs.

Qingqiu hugged the burden, her eyes were watery: "Master, when have you ever lived in such a humble place, I have wronged you too much." ”

Unexpectedly, his master said indifferently: "This has a roof to shelter from the rain and a bed to sleep on, which is already good." ”

Qingqiu was even more distressed when she heard this: "Master, you have suffered all the way. ”

Tears are about to fall as he speaks.

"How can a young man be so squeamish, if he is afraid of bumping into it, won't he become a little lady?"

The words of the old man of Tianguang instantly forced the tears hanging in the corners of Qingqiu's eyes back.

He's not a little lady and can't cry!

As they tidied up the room, Xiao Tian was sniffing around, as if he was adjusting to his new surroundings.

There weren't many things, and they were put together in a few clicks.

Ning Yuchu was planning to take people out for a stroll and have a supper.

However, before the people left the room, the fire outside suddenly lit up, and there was a lot of noise, and soon there was the sound of fighting.

Ning Yuchu's eyebrows froze, and he immediately rushed into the next room, almost bumping into Tang Li, who was out to watch the excitement.

When he saw that she was safe and sound, his heart was relieved, and he had the heart to care about the noise outside.

"Let's go, let's see what's going on."

No sooner had they reached the courtyard than something was thrown at them.

Before Tang Li could react, Ning Yuchu grabbed her waist with his long hand and turned around to avoid it.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and the lights under the eaves were reflected in the eyes of the two, which was amazingly bright, as if except for each other, all the scenery had become a bleak background, framing each other very clearly.

He was so close that she could smell the scent of pine branches and grass on him.

Her heart was pounding, like a fawn in her arms, bumping around.

Ning Yuchu felt that the waist in the crook of his arm was really thin.

It's not just fine, it's also very soft.

He couldn't help but want to tighten it, but he was afraid of hurting her.

The sweet aroma of fruit poured into his nose, and his throat began to dry again.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the chair brushed against the two of them and slammed them to the ground with a loud sound, pulling them back to their senses.

Ning Yuchu reluctantly let go of her, blocked her behind him and stepped forward.

Tang Li used his tall back to hide the heat on his face.

More than a dozen people scuffled from the aisle to the courtyard, ignoring the dissuasion of the people around them.

Tang Li poked his head out from behind Ning Yuchu and recognized several of them, a trace of surprise crossed his eyes: "Four bullies? ”

The other dozen or so people seem to be from Class C.

There were already a lot of people standing around, and there were students from Class A and B watching and sneering.

"The people in Class C and Class D don't have the consciousness of being bad at all, what else will they do except fight and skip class?"

"You are wrong, it is precisely because of the consciousness of being a bad student, so you don't do business every day, you just want to make trouble."

"Anyway, someone has already called the teacher, so they are waiting for the disaster."

Yuan Yifei and Zong Rui beat people very badly, grabbed Yuan Pang and the others by the collar, and slammed them over one punch at a time.

Although the opponent is outnumbered, they can't stand their desperate style of play.

Yuan Pang and the others screamed in pain, and soon more people from Class C joined in, grabbed Yuan Yifei and threw them against the wall.

Yuan Yifei was like crazy, shook off the person who was pressing him, picked up the wrist-thick wooden stick in the corner of the wall, and approached Yuan Pang's front door.

Yuan Pang was so frightened that he dodged, and the wooden stick was waved on his shoulder, and his face was distorted in pain.

Yuan Yifei raised the wooden stick again, he was already red-eyed, and he was driven by inertia, if this stick went down, I was afraid that it would kill someone.