Embarking on the journey back, Ye Yizhe did not choose such a long train this time. He first flew to Lashi and then returned from Lashi.
When he returned, the final results had already come out, and after all, he failed to get first place again.
But he still surprised the whole school. He seldom went to class, and his final score in every subject was above 95 points. The university test papers had too many subjective questions, and no matter how hard the graders were, they would not know how to do it.
Given a perfect score, plus the fact that the old principal has already informed him about his usual score, generally speaking, no one would give him a hard time. Winning the first place in the school can be said to be a matter of success.
In fact, the final results are indeed like this. Faced with such good students, they can do well in the exam without them giving lectures. Everyone is a student who wants to be a student, so they will naturally not make things difficult. Even if they don't have the face of the old principal, they will
So will it.
Except English.
Ye Yizhe did get a perfect score in English at the end of the semester, but out of the usual 30 points, Le Shiyun resolutely gave him a duck egg, pulling down Ye Yizhe's score instantly.
The old principal who knew the news called him on the spot and asked him if he had offended her in any way. He could also persuade others. There was no reason to disagree with others if he sold his face. Only for Le Shiyun, the old principal
The principal also had no idea what to do. Both of them were juniors he admired, and he didn't want any disagreement to happen between the two of them.
Ye Yizhe, who was originally baffled, of course replied that he didn't know. The old principal couldn't do anything to help him now that the deal was done. He could only let him return to Plateau Province with such results.
The old principal looked at all his report cards carefully, and finally showed a meaningful smile.
Ye Yizhe was wondering if he had offended that cold woman inadvertently. He felt that she had become much colder since he came back from Zhoushan last time. She was a little different to him before, just that time.
After returning that time, he went to find Xia Le Shiyun.
"What's up?"
Seeing just three words from him, he knew that his absence from class during this period might cause dissatisfaction, so he took back his words and prepared to please her. He explained straight to the point: "Some time ago, something happened in Jiangzhou. It was a temporary matter.
So I didn’t have time to ask for leave, so now that I’m back, I’m here to tell you.”
"No phone..." Le Shiyun wanted to say something, but then she said halfway, "Oh, I know."
Ye Yizhe heard the first few words clearly, but he didn't know what she meant. After thinking about it, he added: "When I left Jiangzhou, my phone ran out of battery. I haven't turned on my phone these days."
Le Shiyun finally raised his head. When he thought the matter had eased, she just said, "You can go if you have nothing to do" and sent him back. Her expressionless look made him confused at all. Even if he skipped class, he would
There was no need to show such an attitude, so he left there in confusion.
Little did he know that during his absence, those students were treated in dire straits.
It is always a cold classroom every day. When taking English class, you can feel the coldness coming from the cold wind in the classroom. For these freshmen who have only heard that Le Shiyun is very cold before, this time it is finally clear.
They realized that before, they were still thinking whether those seniors had misinformed that such a beautiful teacher was something they could only dream of. In addition, although Le Shiyun didn't talk too much at the beginning, she would occasionally smile at them, so
She won't deliberately vent her emotions on them, and she is a little colder than most people, but with her beauty, these things can be ignored. Her kind of beauty can be killed by both men and women.
But in this cold winter, many people who are not from Jiangzhou experienced the biting cold here for the first time. Coupled with Le Shiyun's emotional attack, they were trembling every time they went to class. Once she
When she called someone to answer the question, those people were trembling even more, not from fear, but from cold. They were so cold that they couldn't stand and didn't dare to look into her eyes.
Of course, Ye Yizhe didn't know this, and he certainly didn't know either. Le Shiyun didn't turn around for a long time after he left, looking at the door where he left.
He got on the plane back to Lashi and was in a familiar environment in just a few hours.
Although he had not returned to the town yet, smelling the scent here, he still felt that the pores all over his body were relaxing.
Due to the altitude of Plateau Province, many people will not adapt when they come here and will suffer from altitude sickness. But for people like him who have stayed here for twenty years and come back here, the feeling is different. Suddenly the air
Become thin, this is the environment he is used to.
As soon as I got off the plane, I was greeted by several people.
"Is it Ye Yizhe? We were sent by Master Sang Teng to pick you up."
Several men who were obviously lamas stood in front of him, immediately attracting the attention of the entire airport. Although such costumes are not uncommon in Plateau Province, it is rare to see them coming to pick up people in groups, even if they are high-ranking officials.
No nobles can make them go out willingly, let alone ordinary people. Their daily social circle is also limited to themselves, and they are not people who like to go out, so they are rarely seen at the airport.
Looking at them, the people around them couldn't help but guess Ye Yizhe's identity.
This was not the first time he had been watched in Plateau Province, and he was very accustomed to walking towards people, nodded, and walked out with them.
"How is senior brother now?"
The people sent here by Sang Teng naturally knew Ye Yizhe's identity. They all showed warm smiles when looking at this junior who could be said to be a shining light in the Plateau Province. Even they could not see him often.
Zhe Yang, although Sang Teng has taken over the title of Living Buddha Zhe Yang, there is still only Zhe Yang in the hearts of these people. Even if Sang Teng is his disciple, it is not easy to change someone who has been worshiped for a lifetime.
They are different from ordinary believers. After all, Zhe Yang has not preached Buddhism in front of ordinary people for a long time. Now all they can see is Sang Teng, so their feelings for him are naturally deeper.
Therefore, the attitude of these people towards Ye Yizhe is not much different from that towards Sang Teng.
They are lamas who belong to the Potala Palace. Because Zheyang does not like such constraints, it is even more difficult for them to see him. Seeing Ye Yizhe, who has been with Zheyang all these years, and has a youthful vitality,
On the contrary, Bisanten makes them feel better.
"Master Sangteng is naturally good," one of them replied, "Master Zheyang is indeed a living Buddha, and the disciples he teaches cannot be bad. The Dharma is much more profound than ours, but it is a pity that we are not enlightened enough.
You cannot follow the teachings of the Living Buddha."
Ye Yizhe couldn't help but feel ashamed. He was also a disciple of Zhe Yang, but when it came to Buddhism, he was definitely not as good as them, so he said honestly: "Compared with senior brothers, I am not satisfied."
The man said indifferently: "How can young people have such profound attainments in Buddhism? Now is different from what we were back then, and we can't look at it from the perspective of that time. At that time, we had nothing but the green lantern and the ancient Buddha.
You can't do it, because the outside world is inherently attractive to young people. Since the Living Buddha has accepted you as a disciple, you naturally have your own merits, and we believe in him."
No one in the entire Plateau Province knew that only Ye Yizhe was Zheyang's confirmed successor, and that Sang Teng, who had already reached a high position, could not inherit him at all in his heart.
With such a status, these people naturally pay more attention to the young people in front of them.
Although they didn't know why Zheyang did what he said, they believed in him. For decades, they had never doubted any of Zheyang's decisions.
Soon he arrived at the entrance of the Potala Palace. Looking at the beautiful palace, Ye Yizhe stopped. Looking at the confused people, he said softly: "Master has never been here in my life, and I will not go in.
This is disrespectful to him, asking senior brother to come out to see me."
The unquestionable tone made everyone stunned, followed by a burst of wry laughter.
Let Master Sang Teng come out to see him?
This is something that only his junior brother can do.
Moreover, where did his words put them, and where did they put his senior brother who was already the living Buddha in charge of the Potala Palace.
Is he a person who doesn't understand the ways of the world?
This idea suddenly appeared in the minds of these people. They looked at him and saw that he had everything in mind. They didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. Instead, they looked at them with a little dissatisfaction: "What? He doesn't want to come out.
What?"
In one sentence, all the good impressions they had on him were wiped out.
This is simply what a dandy would do.
They are not the kind of old fritters who have been hanging around for many years. They have been in the Potala Palace all year round. They don’t have much worldliness. They will just say whatever they think of: "No matter what, he is still your senior brother, and he should be yours when he gets here."
Go visit him."
Ye Yizhe sneered and shouted to the front: "Senior brother, since you are here, why don't you come out?"
They were not walking through the main entrance of the Potala Palace, which was usually used by people inside to enter and exit, so no one was here. After hearing his words, several people turned their heads hurriedly, only to find a middle-aged monk coming from the door.
He came out of the corner and when they saw him, they immediately made respectful gestures like Amitabha and said, "Hello, Master."
Nodding to them, Sang Teng walked up to Ye Yizhe, looked at this junior fellow apprentice, and said in a doting tone: "You still have the same temper, just like back then."
The few people watching also felt a little weird. Master Sang Teng, who had always been serious and not like a person, had never been in this state. However, Ye Yizhe opposite seemed to have nothing to do, and pushed Sang Teng away with his hands to prepare.
The hand that touched his head said, "What's the matter with calling me here?" h