Chang'an City was already a little stuffy in early summer, especially in the afternoon street, there were fewer pedestrians, and the shop's shops were also strolling around the door and chatting.

A figure ran over quickly on the street, his arms spread slightly, his toes landed on the ground, and he ran quickly as light as a swallow.

"...Brother Yi, I skipped school today..." The fish seller sitting by the door, combed his hair while he was free to whisper, chuckling with a smile.

Xue Qing waved her hand.

"No, there is something else. I've asked the sir for a leave of absence..." she said, her pace never stops.

The fish-selling woman smiled and looked at her away.

"...Sir, it's really easy to talk to," she said.

At this time, the dense green mountains of Liudaoquan Mountain are refreshing and refreshing. At noon, the students and gentlemen are resting. The mountains and forests are quiet, with only birds singing and springs ding in the mountains.

A sneeze broke the tranquility.

"...This kind of ghost place is chilly in summer..." Mr. Si Ge rubbed his nose, wrapped his greasy robe tightly, and walked towards the school at the foot of the mountain with his shoulders and hands.

"...What kind of student, if you can't say you can't go to class, you're still confident, it's really unreasonable."

He muttered as he came to the back of a house.

In order to welcome Mr. Qingxia's arrival, Chang'an City has renovated the social school. Not only is there a luxurious school, but it has also built a school for students to stay and rest.

Mr. Sige came to the school hall at this time. He stood on tiptoe and looked inward. There were eleven or twelve-year-old students in this school hall. He did not sleep at this time, either joking or playing. He walked forward and stopped until the third room.

This school is much quieter than before, and there are not many people in the room. The students of fifteen or sixteen years old are lying down to rest. At their age, the exam period is approaching and the academics are getting worse. They need to hurry up and rest.

Mr. Sige walked into the door and quietly patrolled the desk in the room. There should be students living in the accommodation, and they were piled up with books. Mr. Sige quickly found what he wanted to use, pulled out different books from different tables, stuffed his arms and walked out.

"Who..."

A student woke up in a daze and saw his back and asked.

"Sweeping the floor..." The back didn't reply, "...Don't throw waste paper around in the future..."

The student responded and looked at the figure hunched over and walked out. He had to work so hard at such an old age, and he really couldn't throw away waste paper anymore. He thought of falling down and continuing to fall asleep with a little ashamed.

Not everyone is sleeping.

A little boy caressed a rock on the mountainside and lays a straw mat.

"Sir, please sit here." He said respectfully.

Standing in front of him, Mr. Qingxia, who looked down at the mountain, turned around and sat down, still staring at the forest below.

Although it is not as lively as the early morning and evening, there are still occasional people passing by the mountains and forests. There are young students, social teachers, and officials from the palaces who come to visit the mountain. It is not Mr. Qingxia’s request, and he ignores it.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and narrowed.

"Yue Tong." He said, "that person..."

The little boy nodded and stepped forward.

"Who is sir? What's wrong?" he asked, looking down with him.

Three young students walked by in the forest, and two other people dressed in black robes. An old servant followed him in a hunched body and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

"That person looks familiar." Mr. Qingxia murmured, "It seems..."

He stopped again when he said this, as if he was also funny and shook his head.

"But how could he come here..."

The little boy was confused when he heard this.

"Sir, who?" he asked curiously.

Mr. Qingxia smiled and stood up without saying a word.

"Class is coming soon, let's go." he said.

The little boy hurriedly picked up the mat and followed him. As soon as they walked to the foot of the mountain, they heard a noise in the school there.

“…My book is lost…”

“…Mine was lost too…”

The book is lost? How is it possible?

Mr. Qingxia frowned. A socialist handyman had already come to ask about it after hearing the news.

“…I lost eight volumes of Spring and Autumn….”

"...Min is also Spring and Autumn, but it is ten volumes..."

Is this someone stealing books? Books are very expensive, but Liudao Quanshan Society specially provides books for poor students for free, so everyone has them.

"Stolen books..." Mr. Qingxia frowned, "It's really a disgrace to be gentle."

The little boy nodded in agreement, and heard the noise over there continued.

“…I lost it too…”

"...How many spring and autumn volumes have you lost?"

"...Uh, what I lost is not the Spring and Autumn Period, but the Spring Boudoir Collection..."

The collection of Spring Boudoir is the latest erotic album.

"...I'm stealing my grandfather, it's so expensive... I'm going to die now..."

The noise is even louder. There are always ridiculous and ridiculous things happening in young people's schools, and it is also a kind of youthful wantonness.

At this time, seventeen or eighteen young people gathered on the open space beside the Zaotui in the west of Chang'an City, all of whom were red shirts and black trousers, with high hair and fat and thin figures. However, whether they were thin or fat, they all looked like Kong Wu was powerful and smart.

The green grass by the river and the willows are flying. These young men are particularly eye-catching, attracting the attention of the women walking by the river. However, these women are either carrying mili or surrounded by maids and servants, and cannot come to watch these young men without restraint. They can only take a few glances quietly. They are reluctant to leave and dare not approach them.

The dozen or so boys did not look at the women, and everyone's eyes were all looking at the little boy standing in front of them.

The young man was wearing a long gown, his belt was loose, and his clothes were as if he was covering his body, but he looked thinner and smaller.

Compared to the beautiful girl, this young boy really has no idea, but everyone's eyes have not taken a look away.

Xue Qing also looked very focused, and he swept across the young men in front of him one by one, his eyes shining brightly.

Wearing such tight clothes, the teenagers look unique, it is not bad, and it is pleasing to the eye.

But the teenagers were obviously not as happy as hers.

"Liantang, the newcomer you are talking about is not this little short, right?" One of the boys pointed at Xue Qing and looked at Zhang Liantang and said.

A little short?

Xue Qing glanced at the boy beside him, and he seemed to be shorter than them.

"Don't look at it, this kid is very powerful." Zhang Shuangtong smiled, with a bit meaningful.

Xue Qing didn't recognize him, but Zhang Liantang beside him. Zhang Liantang was dressed in short shirts and trousers today, and it looked different from wearing clothes... uh, it was different from wearing long gowns.

Xue Qing looked at him with a slanted eyes, and Zhang Liantang walked up and raised his hand to wrap her shoulders around her.

"….Yes, he is not a big shot. He played Cuju very well." He smiled.

This is not good for boys to always touch each other... Xue Qing smiled at the teenagers.

Are you playing Cuju well? The teenagers looked at Xue Qing. The young man who was held by Zhang Liantang looked smaller, and seemed to be snuggling in front of Zhang Liantang... It looks weird?

This is not the key, a young man is a little suspicious and expectant.

"Who did you play Cuju with before? Frequently or against each other? Which position do you stand?" he asked.

Well... I only understood the first sentence.

"I used to play in my hometown, and well, after coming here, I would play with the neighbors in Old Ximen Alley." Xue Qing replied.

Guo Zian, who was standing behind the crowd, almost squirted.
Chapter completed!