Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Chapter 1

boring……

Kyogokuhiko propped his chin in a daze with no expression on his face.

The cherry blossoms outside the window have budded, and occasionally a few birds can be seen in the blue sky.

"Student Kyogoku, my father bought a new yacht, do you want to go play together?"

"Where do you plan to go, Kyogoku-san? Las Vegas?"

"Kyogoku-san, look, this is my new dress, isn't it cute?"

"Kyogoku-san..." "Kyogoku-san..." "Kyogoku-san..."

Noisy...

Kyogokuhiko changed his posture, propped his chin, and nodded coldly: "Everyone, class is over." The class bell has been ringing for 5 minutes and it can still be so noisy. It really deserves to be a student of Yingde.

"Ah, Kyogoku-san loves studying so much!"

"Student Kyogoku, I don't know if I have a problem!"

"Kyogoku-san..."

"Everyone!" Kyogokuhiko frowned slightly, with a slightly accentuated tone, "Class is over, shut up, and go back to your seats." Looking up at the female teacher with exquisite makeup on the podium, he smiled playfully, as if he still As for the newcomers who just came in this year, they were in such a hurry without knowing the situation. Those shameful little thoughts could not hide from the eyes of this group of young and smart children.

No wonder this group is particularly clingy today.

Yawning and watching the people who surrounded his desk on the inner and outer three floors slowly return to their respective positions, he pulled his cuffs, stood up slowly, and bowed slightly: "Let's begin... Teacher Aoki."

"Thank you for this classmate, everyone should learn from him." Mr. Aoki smiled awkwardly to cover up his blue face, twirling his fingers around his carefully dyed and permed curly hair, trying to make an friendly gesture, " Then let's start, please turn the book to page No.16, let's start learning the fifth lesson first."

Sixteen pages... Kyogokuhiko opened the book casually, without even reading it, he casually started his compulsory item in the Chinese class - dazed.

Students in Class A of the second year of Yingde Junior High School are accustomed to this.In fact, they themselves play with mobile phones and chat with each other, completely treating the teacher as a transparent person.

If it was the former Chinese teacher who had been in Yingde for more than ten years, it would naturally not matter, he would have a good time speaking on his own, and most of the time the students would listen to his lectures for his face.

"Then next, please talk about your feelings about this text, who is the monitor?"

It's a pity that the new teacher who came over, besides being very good at scratching his head and posing, seemed to be filled with rubbish in his mind.

Thinking so, Kyogokuhiko lowered his head and glanced at the textbook, and the pictures that came into view successfully ruined his pretty good mood.

Lesson 16 of the Chinese textbook for the second grade of Yingde College, "That Mr. Kyogoku", No.[-] page, a large single-person portrait of the great writer Kyogoku Yu.

Ah, he has never taken a Chinese class, and he has forgotten that the old man is still a frequent visitor to the Chinese class.

Kyogokuhiko quickly finished reading the text with his eyes swept away, his thin lips slowly curled up, and he stood up before Mr. Aoki called the class monitor for the second time.

He had a cold smile on his face and an indifferent sarcasm in his tone. Facing Mr. Kami Aoki's eyes with implied expectation, he said, "It's so disgusting that I'm about to vomit."

Teacher Aoki's smile froze on his face, "Student, what did you say?"

"I said," Kyogokuhiko repeated, "I'm so sick I want to throw up."

That's right, the only feeling he felt after singing the praises throughout the article was that he was so nauseated that his stomach was sour.

The audience was silent, and it took a long time before I heard a student below whisper: "Is this woman an idiot?"

The students who were sitting all looked at Kyogokuhiko tremblingly, but these words were like boiling water dripping into the hot oil pan in Aoki's heart, making her explode instantly.

"How can you say that!" She widened her eyes and pointed at the door angrily, "Get out! Get out!"

"You don't need to tell me that I have to go." Kyogokuhiko swept the things on the table into his schoolbag and threw it on his back, and opened the door of the classroom, "Ah, by the way, because of your inappropriate words, teacher , I think I have good reasons to question your teaching qualifications, so I refuse to attend any Chinese classes until you resign." He raised his eyebrows, ignored Aoki's blue and white complexion and continued, "I forgot to introduce myself, I am in Xiajing Jihiko, this is Kyogokuyu's grandson." After speaking, he slammed the door behind him without hesitation, closing the classroom that exploded behind him.

Want to catch gold turtles but didn't even investigate the family background of the students. The heroine who is stupid and honest and doesn't even use Wikipedia and yells at the rich kids who don't know the details is not popular 800 years ago. The first student of Yingde College For a lesson, Mr. Aoki must remember it deeply in his bones.

Kyogokuhiko walked through the corridor and down the stairs. The teachers he met along the way either pretended not to see him, or greeted him respectfully, not caring at all about his blatant skipping of class.

Family background is axiom, and this iron law in Yingde is strictly enforced.

There are no cherry blossoms on the cherry blossom road, only buds that have just come out, standing on the branches that are still tenaciously stretching towards the sky after the cold winter.

It's as clear as a wash.

Kyogokuhiko lay back on the bench on Sakura Road, reached into the schoolbag under his head and took out his mobile phone, called up the address book, and pressed someone casually with his eyes closed, deciding in his heart not to answer the phone after three rings. Just hang up.

"Hey, did you finally remember to call me?" Fortunately, the selected lucky guy got through the phone in the second ring. Jing Jiyan opened his eyes and glanced at the name in the address book, then closed his eyes again, Said: "Ximen Zong Erlang, come to Yingde College Junior High School to pick me up at Cherry Blossom Road."

He was not polite at all, and his tone was more inclined to order. To be honest, he didn't think he had to be polite at all, and the person on the other end of the phone was also accustomed to the young master's domineering attitude, so he immediately played from the sofa. Get up and put on a coat for yourself to go out, and then asked: "What else do you need?... Enen, okay, okay, no problem, be sure to be ready."

Hanging up the phone, Kyogokuhiko yawned. A 14-year-old boy is growing up, and it is normal to get sleepy after getting up at six in the morning.He made a conclusion as a matter of course, closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.

If Ximen Zong Erlang hasn't come after he wakes up, he can ask the driver to pick him up.

On the other side, Ximen Zongjiro listened to the busy tone on the other side of the phone, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and while getting dressed, he called someone to buy Yu Erzhong's dumplings and Kuya's bean-stuffed glutinous rice cakes, grateful for the convenient air transportation Well, so that this young master can get what he wants within 10 minutes.

Hua Zelei, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, got out of the book and asked, "Your new favorite?"

"The taste is good." Misaku Ming sat back on the chair with a smile, "Whose Miss?"

"Neither." Ximen Zong Erlang picked up his motorcycle helmet, shook his phone and replied, "It was called by His Majesty the Emperor."

"Then I just brought it over to have a look." Daoming Temple Secretary said, "I've heard you talk for so many years, but I haven't seen it yet."

"It's not here." Ximen Zong Erlang shrugged, turned and walked out of the bustling bar, "The emperor is not yet an adult."

Half an hour later, Kyogokuhiko was sitting dazedly on the back seat of Ximen Sojiro's motorcycle, chewing a glutinous rice dumpling with difficulty in his mouth, "Where is this?" He sat on the motorcycle and looked around, although he was still in Yingde On campus, but he no longer knows where he is.

"Go to meet some of my friends." Ximen Zong Erlang pushed the scooter, carefully protecting the little ancestor on the scooter from falling off. If this one is broken, he will be scolded by his grandfather until he goes back. .

I really don't know who is the real grandson.

"Oh." Kyogokuhiko responded indifferently, propped his hands on the seat to keep his balance, and said vaguely with a dumpling in his mouth, "Quizu."

This familiar tune... Ximen Zong Erlang sighed with nostalgia, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing secretly that he was seriously brainwashed.

Kyogokuhiko yawned again, which made Ximen Zongjiro feel very at ease. He has lived in as many houses as he was a child, and there have been so many so-called "brothers" who are used to call him, and each of them is willing to cry and cry. He tossed about, in this person's cognition, life is just a matter of choosing at will.

Yingde's junior high school and high school are not very far apart, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there. After parking the motorcycle downstairs in the library, Ximen Zongjiro said: "We are here."

Kyogokuhiko chewed on the second glutinous rice dumpling, glanced at the high steps at the entrance of the library, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Hold me up." Are you trying to exhaust me to death with such high steps?

The corners of the boy's raised eyes were still blushing, and his eyes were cloudy, obviously he hadn't woken up yet, Ximen Zong Erlang sighed, hey hey answered and bowed to hug the boy up.

Thanks to the boy's picky appetite and weak physique, it was not possible for Master Ximen to die of exhaustion in front of the library.

I am even more grateful that with the second glutinous rice dumpling, Kyogokuhiko’s rationality behind him finally returned to his head, and he slapped Ximen Zongjiro expressionlessly, and his feet in calfskin boots stepped on the ground. On the marble floor of the library.

Yingde's library is expensive and has a rich collection of books. The fragrance of ink floating in the air fully pleases Kyogokuhiko, "It's so-so." As a gathering place, we can look forward to three more points for the friends Ximen Zongjiro will introduce to him.

"Yingde's library is a place for reading." Ximen Zong Erlang's tone was somewhat complacent. He did not forget that the young master resolutely kicked away the crying Xu Wanghuan and refused to go straight to Yinglan Junior High School The reason is because I dislike Yinglan and don't even have a place to read.

Walking through the tall bookshelves, Kyogokuhiko inspected the books on the bookshelves and the atmosphere in the library with an almost critical eye. In two years, he will be promoted to high school. In the Middle School of German High School, the library is the most important and only consideration criterion.

Therefore, at the moment when he was knocked down the stairs by a screaming and running woman covered in egg paint and water stains, Kyogokuhiko gave Yingde a big cross in his heart without hesitation.

Ah, sure enough, if you have time, let's go to Ice Emperor to have a look.