Ma Junze asked the new students to put on the student uniforms he had brought back.
The blue round-necked silk robe he is wearing is made of quite good material and workmanship, and it looks very chic and elegant when worn.
The only problem is that they are one size fits all. No wonder I picked them up in advance because I didn’t see them, and they turned out to be the same size.
But their bodies are not the same size. Those with a well-proportioned figure like Tie Xuan and Hu Xian look very decent when wearing them.
Wearing bean sprouts like Yang Shiqi can actually cover up shortcomings.
Hu Yan was dressed appropriately. But Huang Guan, the youngest, was helpless. The corners of his robe could be dragged to the ground, and the cuffs were so long that he could not stretch out his hands, as if they were stolen.
Lao Liu's situation was just the opposite. Others were wearing wide and elegant crew-neck shirts, but when he put it on, it turned into a tight-fitting suit. After tying the green silk sash around his waist, he felt like he would take out a big knife at any time...
"Hong, Brother Hong is truly a talented general. He is really talented." Tie Xuan looked envious and said sincerely, "I wish I could grow up to be like you."
‘Tsk…’ Lao Liu scratched his head and was about to answer him when the thread was pulled under his arm.
"Haha, we are not suitable for wearing round collars like this. Clothes with cross collars are better..." He laughed awkwardly.
Deng Duo hurriedly handed his own to His Highness and put on the tattered clothes that he had taken off.
"There is a tailor in the school. I will take you to make some repairs and make changes later." Ma Junze smiled quickly, becoming more and more convinced that this Hong Qi was not just the son of the deputy commander.
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." The little man Huang Guan said in a low voice: "I know some tailoring skills. If you two brothers don't mind, I will sew and modify it for you."
While he was talking, he took out his sewing box from his bookcase, threaded a needle and threaded it, divided it into two, and then temporarily closed the sides and sleeves of his round collar. Once he got up, he felt much neater.
He asked Deng Duo to take off his clothes again, quickly sewed the openings, bit off the threads and said, "I'll just make do with this for now. I'll give Brother Hong a chance to clean it up in the afternoon."
"My virtuous brother is great!" Everyone gave a thumbs up. It was so convenient to have such a virtuous roommate in the dormitory.
"Brothers, you are joking." Huang Guan smiled sheepishly and said, "My parents died early, and there is no one in the family to take care of them. I can only do the food, clothing, and daily life myself."
"It's really not easy for you." Everyone was in awe, no wonder he was so small.
But he was still able to study in Guozi step by step. His perseverance and talent are absolutely superhuman.
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At this time, the bell rang outside, and Ma Junze said: "It's lunch time. Please follow me to the dining hall. Remember what I just told you. Remember, remember."
Everyone followed him and filed into the dining hall.
The dining hall is a very large canteen that can accommodate more than 3,000 people dining at the same time.
After entering, the huge dining hall was already filled with people with blue round collars, but no one was talking to each other. The food was already placed on the table, and no one moved their chopsticks. They were all sitting upright.
Ma Junze also took seven people to a long table and sat down quietly. Zhu Zhen looked at the Guozi Xue meal on the table. The meal was divided. Each person had a dish and a bowl of soup in front of them.
A bowl of rice, the bowls and chopsticks are neatly arranged, and the sense of ceremony is quite strong.
It's just that the food didn't look meaty to him, there wasn't even a speck of oil in it, and the portion was pitifully small... Even if it were an ordinary person's appetite, he probably wouldn't be full.
In a daze, Zhu Zhen felt that he was not in school, but in prison. No wonder the Imperial College was later renamed the Imperial College.
I don’t know how long I waited before I heard the orders from the prison guards: “Stand up and welcome the sacrificial wine!”
All the sentient beings quickly stood up, bowed and clasped their fists and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the sacrificial wine!"
Zhu Zhen took a peek and saw a white-haired official in scarlet robes, surrounded by a group of green robes, striding into the dining hall and sitting down at the long table in front of the screen.
"Take a seat." After the food supervisor spoke, all living beings could sit down again.
When the scarlet-robed official picked up the bowl and picked up the first chopstick, the food supervisor ordered: "Raise the chopsticks."
The sentient beings then picked up their chopsticks and bowls and ate quickly.
Lao Liu and the other three also picked up bowls. Deng Duo picked up a chopstick to stir-fry kohlrabi, put it in his mouth, and spat it out.
"What the hell, did you add salt?" he muttered in a low voice.
"Say less, have you forgotten what the dormitory leader told you?" Hu Xian glared at him, took a chopstick and put it into his mouth, and then he also vomited.
"Fuck, it tastes so bad..."
Not only the two of them, but the new students also found it hard to swallow, and they all complained in disgust. "It's just a dish that tastes so bad."
"Quiet!" the food warden immediately shouted: "Anyone who talks about the good or evil of food will be sent to the Prison Hall for thirty whippings!"
"..." When the new students arrived for the first time and saw the old students eating and drinking in silence, they didn't dare to have another attack for a while, so they had to endure their discomfort and swallow it forcefully.
Hu Yan and others were originally worried that Hong Qi would have an attack. They had all tasted the delicacies he brought, and they all tasted great and could not be bought in the market.
How could the young master, who is used to such delicacies, eat something that looks like pig food?
But they saw him not saying a word, just silently cooking... They didn't know that this young master was used to eating delicacies, but he also really wanted to eat. No matter how bad these meals were, they were still worse than the worst he had ever eaten.
Things are so much better.
It seems that both Hu Xian and Deng Duo can eat it. Well, what else is there to say, just keep your head down and eat...
After the meal, Song Ne put down his chopsticks, and the food supervisors shouted: "Stop the chopsticks!"
The students quickly put down their chopsticks. The freshmen saw many old students picking up the rice grains on the table and stuffing them into their mouths. They were secretly laughing at them. These people were starving to death and reincarnated.
However, the food guards began to inspect the tables. Any unfinished food, including rice grains dropped on the table or on the floor, were required to be picked up and eaten immediately.
Some freshmen just refused to pick them up, so the food warden immediately took off the bamboo tags from their waists and sent them to the Prison Hall.
"Forget it this time." Song Jijiu said at this time: "It's their first day of school and they don't understand the rules. They can't be punished without being taught."
The freshmen were about to breathe a sigh of relief when Song Ne changed the subject and said, "Write down their names. If they commit another crime in three days, they will be punished even more severely!"
"Yes!" The food and health officer recorded the names of several people in the book.
Song Ne stood up slowly, and the students quickly made a roar and all stood up.
He walked up to the student, picked up the dropped rice grains one by one, put them into his mouth, and ate them in public.
"Every porridge and every meal is the blessing of the people. Those who don't know how to cherish it are not worthy of entering the Imperial Academy."
The other students quickly picked up their leftovers and dropped rice grains and gave them to Song Ne to eat... No, they ate them themselves.
