One hundred and twenty sixth chapter: stay up late for a while
The adult world has always collapsed and healed itself at the same time.
Xu Dajun cried inwardly while carrying two bundles of things, but when he went back and faced the greetings from his family members, and the expression on Old Man Xu's face that he would have spent any amount of money on my grandson's education, he immediately cheered up again.
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Burn the light and read at night!
Than staying up late?
Zhao Zilong, the server of our country, has never been afraid of anyone. If he doesn’t accept it, he will fight!
Staying up late feels good for a while, and staying up late feels good all the time.
The result is that everyone feels light and airy when sitting in the school, as if they are about to ascend to immortality.
"Dajun, have you been a thief these past two nights?" Fang Zian couldn't stand it any longer and said.
Xu Dajun sighed and said nothing. There was no need to say anything about extracurricular homework.
"Going to Wangshu Pavilion after school today? Don't even think about defaulting on the bill." Seeing that he didn't answer, Fang Zian said in a sullen tone.
He thought he said it so quietly that no one else heard it, but as soon as he finished speaking, Ma Yulin behind him said: "We can't do that today, we have to go to a hot pot restaurant together!"
Fang Zian waved his hand, "What are you going to see? I just went for a walk yesterday. It's almost decorated. Isn't it just waiting for it to open? I don't want to go."
"It doesn't matter if you don't go. Xu Dajun has to go, but he hasn't been there yet. Why doesn't he plan? He doesn't go and see?" Ma Yulin said.
Humph, these people don't care. Unlike him, he runs to the hot pot restaurant right after school these days. Of course, he will not admit that he wants the hot pot restaurant to open as soon as possible to make money.
Alas, all the monthly prescriptions have been used up again this month. It’s not enough.
Xu Dajun was busy copying the Five Classics, then the Analects, and then memorizing other people's articles for several days. He asked his father, Xu Chunshan, to go over twice to see the custom-made tables, benches, and copper pots.
I haven't really made time to see it myself.
"Okay, let's go to school today." He nodded.
Fang Zian jumped up immediately, "It's been so many days since the XNUMXth exam, but you haven't done what you promised yet!"
"You bitch!" Peng Ruiyuan sneered at him, "When the hot pot restaurant opens, I'll treat you and we'll all go!"
Fang Zian looked at him and then at Xu Dajun, thinking that someone was treating him. It would be in vain if he didn't go, so just wait.
After all, in Wangshu Pavilion, every piece of music costs a lot of money.
After school that day, the entrepreneurial eleven group went together to a hot pot restaurant that was almost finished decorating.
The hot pot restaurant is diagonally opposite to Fumanlou, both on Nanmen Street.
This street is no less prosperous than Yangliu Lane. People come and go, traffic is busy, and the land is very expensive. Those who can open a shop on this street are not ordinary people.
Even at this point in the afternoon, the street was crowded with people.
Xu Dajun was sighing at the liveliness of Nanmen Street when the crowd suddenly became noisy and crowded.
"What happened?"
Officers and soldiers rushed in, pulled out a cordon, and blocked the crowd on both sides of the street.
There were people standing in front of each shop and at the foot of the steps.
"The patron king's army has entered the city?" Ma Yulin asked in shock.
"Who are you asking? You shouldn't know this best?" Fang Zian said.
"I didn't hear that, why did you come to the city this afternoon?"
"Let's go upstairs and take a look!"
A group of teenagers were also curious and rushed to the second floor of the hot pot restaurant impatiently.
When I got to the second floor, I opened the window and looked down, and I could see the movement on the other side of the street at a glance.
At this time, the entire Nanmen Street was cordoned off by officers and soldiers, and the streets in the middle were vacant, waiting eagerly for the people who were about to step in.
Not long after, there was movement at the street corner, and a dark group of people were seen approaching. They were riding black horses, wearing black helmets and black armor. Everyone's movements were holding the reins in one hand and putting their hands on their waists.
Everyone was looking at the big swords on their shoulders, making people hold their breaths involuntarily.
"This is the famous Black Riding Guard!"
Xu Dajun heard the excited tone of Dong Shuangqi next to him and couldn't help but be curious: "Black Cavalry Guard?"
Dong Shuangqi glanced at him, "You don't know about the Black Cavalry Guards? These are the personal guards of the patron king. There are 108 people in total. If you pick anyone out at random, they are all generals who can lead an army to conquer the north and south.
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Xu Dajun heard the envy and admiration in his tone and joked: "You want to join?"
"Nonsense!" Dong Shuangqi clenched his fist, "Who doesn't want to join the Black Cavalry Guard? My father participated in the selection of the Black Cavalry Guard when he was young, but unfortunately he was not selected. If I can become a Black Cavalry Guard one day, my father will
You are not allowed to kneel down and call me daddy!"
Xu Dajun's eyes flashed slightly and he gave Dong Shuangqi a look of care.
Dong Shuangqi looked puzzled. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a chill on his back. He felt a blazing gaze on the opposite side burning him. He subconsciously looked over and saw a window on the second floor of the teahouse opposite. A middle-aged man was staring at
he.
Dong Shuangqi almost jumped up, mother! Why is his father opposite?
He shouldn't have spoken loudly just now, right? Maybe he was a little excited and a little louder? But his father was opposite, across the street, so he probably didn't hear him, right?
Dong Shuangqi looked at the opposite side and squatted down quickly. Well, squatting down, his father wouldn't be able to see him.
"Look! That's the patron king!"
Ma Yulin shouted, Dong Shuangqi couldn't squat down, and suddenly stood up again, backer king! He wants to watch!
Behind the black cavalry guards, I saw a middle-aged general in golden armor riding a snow-white horse. He was full of murderous aura and showed no anger or authority.
This is the patron king!
Oh my god!
Even from such a long distance, one can feel his aura that cannot be ignored, the aura of a king who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
This is the king, the born king!
"Ahhh!" Dong Shuangqi, the little fanboy, was already shaking with excitement. Xu Dajun and Fang Zian who were close to him suffered a disaster. They were grabbed so tightly by him that their skin would be ripped off by him.
It's like going in one piece.
Not only Dong Shuangqi, but also young men like Fang Yuxing were all very excited. Even Fang Congyun, who had always been steady, could not hide his excitement in his eyes.
The people below were not at all calm either.
This scene is even worse than the scene of chasing superstars in previous lives.
The king of patrons is really popular among everyone!
Until the army passed through Nanmen Street, the people were still talking about the momentum of the patron king.
Upstairs, Xu Dajun and Fang Zian were playing mixed doubles against Dong Shuangqi, for no other reason than that this girl was so excited just now that their wrists were purple!
Xu Dajun happened to be caught on his right hand. Who knows how sore his wrist was, which had been tortured by copying books, and being caught like this again, it was really going to be crippled.
The second floor was decorated, but the tables and chairs were not placed yet. There was nowhere to hide. Dong Shuangqi shuttled back and forth among the classmates to avoid the pursuit of the two men.
For a while, there was a lot of commotion.
Finally, Fang Congyun spoke up, and the fight stopped.
A group of teenagers visited a hot pot restaurant that was in the final stages of decoration. The three cobblers outdid Zhuge Liang and gathered a lot of suggestions.
I also met Shopkeeper Song, who was arranged by Fang Congyun to be in charge of Manjianghong Hot Pot Restaurant, and a group of waiters on standby.
Then a date was set for the opening of the hot pot restaurant.