Xiao Hongyu glanced down and saw that his friend was full of love, but he didn't say anything.

Li Xueyou was closest to Fan Yushu and kicked his calf.

Fan Yushu moved his feet, smacked his lips, and still closed his eyes, seemingly unaffected. However, in the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes with a strong desire to survive, and soon he saw the silent scene on the field at this moment.

In an instant, Fan Yushu's expression dropped and he pretended to be nonchalant. His expression was serious, his brows were furrowed, and he stared straight at the guqin with a serious look.

Soon, Fan Yushu glanced at the expressionless Mr. Si from the corner of his eye... and passed by his table. Along with him was Yu Huaijin, but the latter frowned at him.

Fan Yushu didn't pay attention and breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could finish breathing, he was suddenly startled. Didn't he catch me?

Fan Yushu suddenly turned his head.

Si Wuxie kept walking along the way, and ignored Fan Yushu, who was pretending to be serious. He came to Zhao Rong's table with a calm expression, and then slowly stopped.

Si Wuxie's eyes were still empty and lifeless, but she lowered her head slightly, facing Zhao Rong, as if she was watching him, her face showed no emotion or anger, and she said nothing.

The atmosphere in the classroom became even quieter because of the blind man's silence.

Yu Huaijin, who was following, took a closer look at the face of Zhao Rong, who was still sleeping. She squinted her eyes slightly and suddenly said, "Sir, Brother Zhao has never slept in the past. Today may be last night..."

"I heard it." Si Wuxie finally spoke, interrupting Yu Huaijin's explanation.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, but in the open space at this time, apart from the whistling wind and the sound of leaves, there was the slight breathing of the students.

No one heard any other sounds.

Si Wuxie remained expressionless and stood quietly for a moment, seeming to be listening to something.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked to Li Xueyou, took a velvet blanket from her hand, walked back to Zhao Rong, reached out with his hands, covered Zhao Rong with the blanket, and helped him hold it.

, to prevent falling.

Then Si Wuxie stopped lingering and turned back to the lecture platform. Yu Huaijin turned around and followed.

Zhao Rong lowered his head slightly, put a fist on his forehead with one hand, still sleeping soundly, but... warmer.

The whole place was silent.

Many students who were ready to watch the excitement looked at each other.

Then he shook his head, looked away, and continued class.

Wu Peiliang's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Rong, who had pulled the blanket and turned to sleep more comfortably on his stomach, and then turned to look at Mr. Si's back.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and continued playing the piano.

How can Mr. Si have a good temper? He simply has no temper!

Soon, the early morning piano lessons continued.

It seems to have passed.

The sound of Mr. Si's piano continued to sound, and all the students responded with chords.

It's just that in the ears of some students who are naturally sensitive in distinguishing sounds, the sound of Mr. Si's piano seems to be a little different, either high or low. And if you want to say what the specific difference is compared with before, it is very clear.

It's hard to say why.

In the front row of the open space, Yu Huaijin raised his eyelids slightly as he listened to the sound of Si Wuxie's piano.

Zhao Rong had a strange dream

At first, there was the sound of a piano coming from nowhere in the darkness.

Immediately, the darkness dissipated amidst the sound of the piano, and he saw the iron horse Jin Ge.

This was a time of great strife, with hundreds of dynasties standing on the land.

He looked down from the sky, and the war trees stood like the sea.

Boom, boom, boom—boom, boom, boom!

War drums beat slowly.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly started.

Hundreds of kingdoms are at war.

The fields were covered with corpses, and rivers of blood flowed...

And the strange sound of the piano at first went from inaudible at first, to low and melodious later, to generous and high-spirited at the end.

Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly opened!

The originally bent waist suddenly straightened up.

The blanket slipped from his shoulders, and Zhao Rong reached out to catch it.

He breathed quickly, calmed down, looked around, and found that he was in an open space by the river, and the memories before going to bed gradually came back like a tide.

"Ziyu, are you okay?" Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's face and asked with concern.

Zhao Rong shook his head. He suddenly reached out and touched his face, and his cheeks felt extremely hot.

"Your face is a lot red now. It was as pale as a ghost just this morning." Fan Yushu said casually, then continued to do his own thing and put away the guqin.

Zhao Rong breathed slowly, feeling a little strange, but he was still a little confused for a moment. He said casually: "What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, "The music class ended not long ago, and Mr. Si just left. Oh, by the way, just now Yu Huaijin said, let's stay here and don't bother to change places. Zhu will do it later."

Sir, he will come directly here to take classes."

Zhao Rong frowned, glanced at the blanket in his hand, and opened his mouth, but the next moment, he froze.

I finally felt that something was different.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and looked inside the meridians, only to see that the innate vitality that had originally dissipated was flowing continuously in the meridians, running the Little Zhoutian on its own.

His mind turned around, and his innate vitality suddenly surged. In the meridians in his body, which were like streams and rivers, the little red snake reappeared. The energy and spirit at this moment was actually the same as before before it hit the "belt pulse", but it was no longer violent.

But it recovered as before.

Now, four of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body are connected. Among the remaining four meridians, the belt channel is still blocked due to the backlash of spiritual energy, but it is not as serious as it was at the beginning.

Zhao Rong was surprised to find that his condition and body had returned to normal.

He frowned slightly, was it the dream with the strange piano sound just now?

Fan Yushu put away his guqin, took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed it on the table. Then he turned around and saw his friend beside him holding a blanket and frowning in a daze. He pursed his lips to the side and said, "Here, it's brother Xue You's blanket."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, exhaled heavily, nodded, lowered his head and patted the dust on the blanket, then folded it neatly, then stood up and walked to Li Xueyou's side.

"Thank you, Brother Li, for sleeping after class and making a fool of yourself."

"Yeah." Li Xueyou was also laying rice paper on the table to place the inkstone. She lowered her head and did not look at Zhao Rong immediately. She reached out and took the blanket from Zhao Rong. When she heard him say thank you, she nodded quickly.

He responded, but immediately shook his head as if to make trouble, "It's not ugly, it's not ugly. It's normal to sleep when you feel sleepy..."

Li Xueyou paused, looked up at Zhao Rong, slightly curved his lips, and said in a serious tone: "However, Brother Zhao should pay attention to arrange his time next time, and don't fall asleep in Mr. Si's class again."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded, "This is natural."

Seeing his bright smile, Li Xueyou looked away and continued to do what she was doing.

When Zhao Rong saw this, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he glanced at the blanket that Li Xueyao had put away and hesitated to speak.

At this moment, Li Xueyou spoke without turning his head, and a soft voice came, "Mr. Si covered this for you."

Zhao Rong was startled, his brows suddenly relaxed, and he turned around to look.

On the maple forest trail behind the clearing, the back of Mr. Si carrying the piano was faintly visible, and gradually disappeared.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, thoughtfully.

"Hey, your name is Zhao Ziyu, right?"

A carefree voice came from behind.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and turned around and said, "Yes, Brother Xiao, this is Zhao Rong, whose name is Ziyu."

Xiao Hongyu was flipping through a copybook. On the desk in front of her there were dozens of books piled up on a hill. They were all authentic calligraphers written by the top calligraphers in Xiao Hongyu's hometown dynasty. Her father saw her at home.

After I mentioned it in the book, I sent someone all the way to the mountain not long ago.

Xiao Hongyu looked down and said casually: "Xiao Xueyou gave you a blanket to keep you warm, so just say thank you."

Zhao Rong heard what she meant and turned to look at Li Xueyou who was laying out paper and getting ready to write.

Hearing this, the latter quickly waved his hand, "No need, Brother Zhao, don't listen to Red Fish's nonsense."

Xiao Hongyu said nothing.

Zhao Rong thought for a while and said seriously to Li Xueyou: "Brother Li, I have also learned some calligraphy. Why don't you show me some calligraphy? Write some words and I will show you."

While listening to Zhao Rong's words, Xiao Hongyu turned over the so-called rare copybook in his hand and curled his lips, not knowing whether it was the copybook or the person.

She threw the priceless copybook at the foot of the mountain on the table. Just as she was about to nod, she was pulled by Li Xueyou.

"Redfish, don't make trouble."

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu relaxed his shoulders and said, "Okay, as long as you are happy, Brother Zhao, I'm being presumptuous."

Li Xueyou smiled at Zhao Rong.
Chapter completed!