Wen Yantong was taken to the school by Mu Yang.

When they entered the door, the school had almost sat all over the place and looked at the door. Mu Yang didn't care much about their gaze, returned the crutches to her and asked, "Where are you sitting?"

Wen Yantong took the crutch back in anger, and her tone was not very good, "What are you doing?"

I had a fight with Wu Yutian just here in the morning, and she hasn't found where she sits yet.

She looked into the hall and saw that there was a seat in the back row, so she headed towards the back row.

The atmosphere in the school is a bit strange. Most of Ding Liutang are playboys from Chaoge City, and a few ordinary students are mixed here. All of them have the lowest literary achievements in the entire academy.

The playboy brother looked down on the common people, and the common people did not dare to provoke them, so the two gathered in the school, resulting in the lack of learning atmosphere and joy and excitement in Ding Liutang.

After Wen Yantong sat down, her deskmate looked up at her, then quickly lowered her head.

Mu Yang didn't know what was wrong, so he insisted on sitting with her, so he drove away the person sitting in front of her. As soon as he sat down, he turned his head and said, "Can you let me see how you shot the bull's-eye in this afternoon's martial arts class?"

"I said it, it was just a coincidence." Wen Yantong was really helpless, "I can't shoot it again."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Mu Yang frowned.

"Okay, just try it." Wen Yantong said, "But if I don't shoot, Young Master Mu can't blame me."

"This is nature." Mu Yang said happily.

Wen Yantong was afraid that he would make other requests, so she turned around and spoke to her deskmate, "What class will we do this morning?"

My deskmate is a very handsome boy with healthy wheat skin, dense and long eyelashes, and a color like ink.

He replied in a low voice, "Master Zhao's clear conscience."

Before Wen Yantong could say anything, Mu Yang used his little finger to clean his ears, "Did you just talk? The sound was smaller than the sound of the birds screaming in the bird nest in my tree."

I'm afraid this guy is not deliberately looking for trouble.

Wen Yantong said, "I heard it all. Maybe it's because Young Master Mu is far away, so he can't hear it very clearly."

After hearing this, Mu Yang thought about it, and then suddenly leaned over to the boy's face, "Say it again and I'll listen."

The boy was startled and shy, not only because he was afraid or shy, but from red neck to sharp ears, "Above, it was Master Zhao's clear plan in the morning."

Mu Yang tskated and said quite disgusted, "My mother, are you worse than Wen Yantong, a weak chicken?"

You say again who is the weak chicken?!

Wen Yantong really wanted to take someone to lift Mu Yang out of the table so that he wouldn't be annoying here.

The boy lowered his head and did not refute. He opened his book in panic, grinded the ink that was about to dry, and pretended to be very busy.

Mu Yang refused to give in and looked at his book, "Fu Zixian? Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Wen Yantong was shocked when she heard this name, and turned around and looked at her deskmate seriously.

Fu Zixian, the prime minister's concubine son, and among his brothers and sisters, he is the closest to Fu Tanghuan.

Wen Yantong liked the role of Fu Zixian very much when he was reading. His personality was very similar to Zhang Jieran when he was young. He was timid and shy, but later he became more and more calm as he grew up and had his own opinions in his work.

More importantly, he later had a very good relationship with Mu Yang. In the war to seize the throne, Fu Tanghuan chose to stand on Cheng Xiao's side, while Fu Zixian supported Chi Jingxi, valued love and loyalty.

However, like Mu Yang, he died on the battlefield later.

Wen Yantong sighed and actually met this little cutie in school.

After hearing Mu Yang's question, Fu Zixian probably felt inferior to his status as a concubine's son, and his head lowered.

Mu Yang has never liked such a slutty person, and he looked down on men like women, so he looked down on him in his tone without any concealment, "No wonder he has such a temperament."

Fu Zixian didn't dare to answer.

Wen Yantong looked at him in anger and said, "Let's take a look when you hugged someone and said it's so delicious!"

Then Master Zhao came in, and Mu Yang calmed down and turned around.

Wen Yantong saw that Fu Zixian was depressed, and did not talk casually, and listened to Master Zhao’s class honestly. His Ming Sutra class was the only class that Wen Yantong could listen to.

But what they talked about was simple things. Wen Yantong shrank his head into his cotton jacket as he listened, and squinted his eyes and felt drowsy.

Master Zhao thought of what she said before that she couldn't sleep all night, and understood her special situation and did not cause trouble for her, so he turned a blind eye to her.

I slept like this all morning. When the bell of the end of get out of class rang, Wen Yantong blinked and woke up. Master Zhao sorted out the book and suddenly asked, "Wen Yantong, did Master Li give you the list of martial arts divisions before?"

Wen Yantong then remembered it, nodded and responded, hurriedly took out the list and wanted to get up. But Master Zhao said, "Don't give it to me, just read it once."

She didn't dare to refuse, so she gritted the bullet and read the words on the list. After reading it, she found that only three people from Ding Liu Hall had been divided into Zi Hall.

In addition to her and Mu Yang, there is also Fu Zixian.

Master Zhao nodded with satisfaction, "Remember what class you have assigned to, don't go to the wrong place for martial arts classes in the afternoon."

Then he left with a sentence and took the book.

The people in the school discussed the martial arts branch and rushed to the cafeteria one after another. Wen Yantong thought that he had plenty of time at noon and should be able to go back and have a sleep.

There is no need to go to the cafeteria to squeeze in. The servants arranged by Fu Tanghuan will prepare sumptuous meals for her.

After making up her mind, she walked out with a cane. Fu Zixian caught up from behind and took the initiative to say, "I'll take you back to the dormitory."

Wen Yantong was very surprised, but still said, "I dare not worry, I can go back by myself, thank you for your kindness."

Fu Zixian looked around and said quietly, "It was my third sister who told me to take good care of you, so I will have dinner with you."

It turned out that Fu Tanghuan said hello in advance.

Wen Yantong felt warm in her heart. She didn't expect that those kind supporting roles who were brought to the protagonists would feel this way.

But when I think about it, I think it's wrong. She is not a supporting role, she is just a cannon fodder whose appearances have not been more than two chapters together.

She no longer refused, and responded to Fu Zixian's words, and the two went back to the dormitory together.

He is gentle and easy to get along with, and he has no airs at all.

The two sat together and ate, chatted for a few more words, and then started taking a nap.

A heating stove was lit in the house. As soon as Wen Yantong entered the house, she took off the gray cotton jacket outside and lay carefully on the bed. Fu Zixian slept on a soft collapse behind the screen, quietly, like a precious breed cat.

Maybe the room was too warm and both of them slept very sweetly, but they almost forgot the time they slept. Fortunately, Wen Yantong told the maid to wake them up before going to bed, and she was not late.

The two changed their clothes and rushed to the martial arts class venue.

The venue for martial arts classes is very wide. Each school is divided into a row with eight-foot-high wooden sticks. It is said that the contents of each school are somewhat different.

With the help of Fu Zixian, the two easily found Zitang. Xu Fuzi, who was teaching Zitang, had arrived, and other students also stood in a queue.

Wen Yantong saw Chi Jingxi, the most conspicuous among the first row of people, from a distance, and his originally limping pace became even slower.

She had thought before that if she was in Zitang, she would definitely meet Chi Jingxi and the others on a narrow road. In fact, except for Chi Jingxi, Cheng Xin, Cheng Xiao and others, the sons of famous high-ranking officials and nobles in Chaoge City were all in Zitang.

This made Wen Yantong very depressed.

After getting closer, she found that Mr. Xu was the one who had grabbed her and slaughtered the chicken before and kicked her right leg for several days, so she became even more depressed.

Xu Fuzi looked at her sideways, without urging, and without anger on his face. Instead, the other students standing in the queue were a little impatient.

When Wen Yantong glanced over, she always subconsciously looked at Chi Jingxi. At the moment, he hugged his arms with his hands, his chin slightly raised, and his dark eyes were full of impatientness, and he looked like he was born to look down on others.

She couldn't help but speed up her pace, and when she arrived in front of Master Xu, she opened her mouth and asked for leave.

After all, my legs are so lame, I can't run and jump, right?

Who knew that Master Xu spoke first before her, "Wen Yantong is right?"

She nodded blankly.

"I heard about your leg injury before." He sighed lightly, "It's really a bad time to hurt. Class has just started. I guess you need to cultivate for a long time."

Wen Yantong also looked regretful, "It was the student who was too careless."

"You don't need to participate in martial arts classes for the time being." He said.

Wen Yantong almost got happy when she heard the words, but fortunately she held back.

Then he heard him say, "Your leg injury is difficult to heal in winter. The more you lie down, the slower you will be. Today, I will walk around this field and exercise."

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Chapter completed!