Chapter 022 Academic Masters
"What's the principle?"
Facing the inquiry, Song Boxian shook his head confidently: "I have already told you two about the three core contents of this academic content. With these, to be honest, it will not be a problem for you to become famous in our Ming Dynasty. Moreover, compared with this This is a key research project, and I believe that the great talents in the empire want to know who the person who conducted the research is..."
The current affairs of the Ming Dynasty are not the practical affairs of three hundred years ago, but the integration of reality and reality. Perhaps the policy has changed slightly after the emperor has changed a few times, but in general, it still pays attention to one's origin.
Song Boxian made up his mind that the two of them would receive two important contents respectively, and the remaining core would be his own. The three of them would become famous together. However, the world would only know Song Boxian in the future. As for the two of them, although Qing Shi He leaves a name, but it's not something that people can remember at any time like him.
When Nangong Xiyue heard Song Boxian's explanation, she was a smart person. She originally wanted to help Song Boxian, a "white body", and money was not an important matter to her.
"Monitor," Han Shijia's sweet tone struck a chord in the hearts of Song Boxian and Nangong Xiyue: "Well, it's enough that I'm a member. This kind of advanced academics can be left to you, monitor."
"Look, look, Nangong, look at classmate Ren Shijia's consciousness..."
One sentence seemed to ignite a fire and a medicine keg. Nangong Xiyue's eyes turned white, and then she said coldly: "Don't think of me as such a philistine. I'm not you. We were originally assisting you, and you created this academic project yourself." Yes, from the bottom of my heart I have never thought about taking a piece of your pie and leaving. I don’t care if you guard me. At worst, I will quit and won’t bother you two. Goodbye."
After saying that, Nangong Xiyue turned and left, leaving an embarrassed Han Shijia standing aside. Song Boxian was completely confused by what Nangong Xiyue said. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and looked at Han Shijia who was still left: "I said it wrong. What?"
"The squad leader seems... didn't say anything?"
"Did this stinky bitch provoke her?"
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It was the Winter Solstice, and Song Boxian, who had nothing to do, packed his things and prepared to go home after sorting out his subjects. Because he had an unpleasant quarrel with Nangong Xiyue, Song Boxian, who had not been able to figure out the situation from beginning to end, did not bother to argue with her. Like Liu Zixi who would take the initiative to apologize, the relationship between the two dropped to a freezing point. Even when Nangong Xiyue sat next to Song Boxian in class, she would not smile. Fortunately, there was Han Shijia, a cold beauty, talking to Song Boxian in the class. Otherwise, Song Boxian would feel like he was completely isolated from the girls in the class.
"Old Song," Zhang Zhexi stepped forward and clasped his fists respectfully at him: "I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I am going back to Goryeo this winter solstice. Firstly, I will tell my parents about the situation here, and secondly, I will go back to Korea." I asked my sister for some money, but she paid me back the money you lent me."
When Song Boxian heard this, he grabbed Zhang Zhexi's fist and said, "Our daily relationship as brothers aside, I can still afford this little money. Don't worry about this money. Give it to me when your hands are loose. Don't I went to see your sister for this little thing, so as not to let your parents know about your girlfriend's bad things from the side and embarrass everyone. You say so, okay, don't talk to me about unnecessary etiquette. It’s just a matter of time, so you can do whatever you need to do.”
"Old Song..."
"Moji, when we get back from vacation, you and I can have a good drink."
Zhang Zhexi pursed his lips and bowed towards Song Boxian: "I bow to you..."
As soon as she left the dormitory, she saw Liu Zixi standing at the door. Song Boxian looked her up and down, then smiled slightly as a greeting, then turned to leave, but was stopped by Liu Zixi: "Are you blind?"
Song Boxian was stunned: "Are you talking about me?"
"Isn't it you or who is it? You can't see me when I'm standing here? Are you turning around and leaving without even saying hello? I'm not as easy to talk to as Nangong."
Song Boxian smiled bitterly and stood still: "Class assistant, please give me some advice."
Liu Zixi chuckled, and then said mysteriously: "I won't tell you more, but tell the truth, what did you do to Miss Nangong?"
"Hey Banzhu, what you said is ambiguous..." Song Boxian waved his hand: "What do you mean I did something to her..."
As he spoke, Song Boxian took the trouble to tell Liu Zixi what happened last time. After a while, Liu Zixi smiled mysteriously and said, "Oh... So that's what happened. I finally understand."
Liu Zixi, who was thoughtful, showed an uncomfortable expression on his face after thinking about it, but it disappeared immediately, and then he asked: "Where are you going to go back during the winter solstice holiday?"
"Go home to where?"
"I know you are going home. I mean are you going back to Nanjing or Shanghai?"
Song Boxian moved and looked her up and down: "How do you know I live in Shanghai?"
"The class teacher asked," Liu Zixi said, "If you go back to Nanjing, let's go together and have a companion on the way. If you go back to Shanghai, I will go to Shanghai to transfer."
Song Boxian was thoughtful, and then suddenly realized: "Are you stupid? Huating has direct trains and planes to Nanjing. Do you need to go to Shanghai to transfer?"
Liu Zixi was sulky and didn't speak. Song Boxian didn't think of the meaning in the end. After thinking about it, he said, "I go back to my hometown in Nanjing every winter solstice, and this year is no exception. Let's come together."
Liu Zixi chuckled and suddenly pulled out two tickets like a magic trick: "Let's go, the tickets are all bought for you."
"Why do you have my ID?"
Song Boxian was shocked, and Liu Zixi said indifferently: "No, I just got a copy of your student ID card from the class teacher. What kind of attitude do you have? I gave you a surprise to save you so much trouble. Don't you thank me? ?”
Song Boxian said with a look of helplessness: "Sister, what kind of society is it now? If you buy a ticket, you buy it directly on WeChat without even picking up the ticket. It would be better for you to go and pick up the ticket. Don't you feel tired?"
Liu Zixi curled her lips and said: "Song Boxian, you are such a strong and straight man, if you really kill me, forget it..."
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Every year during the National Day to worship ancestors, the Winter Solstice, and the first day of the first lunar month, according to the tradition of the Song family, the descendants of the Song family must gather in the ancestral hall, and Song Boxian is no exception. This is why he wants to return to Nanjing. The reason why he saw Liu Zixi's ticket He was nervous because his ID card had the address of his hometown in Nanjing. If someone wanted to check him, he could know his identity by checking his address, so Song Boxian couldn't help but feel nervous.
The high-speed train from Huating goes directly to Nanjing and only takes 40 minutes. The return trip is very fast. This time, because Song Borong will take the college entrance examination next year and the school arranges to review on campus, he cannot go back, so Song Boxian can only go back to Nanjing alone.
On the high-speed train, Song Boxian and Liu Zixi were sitting together. I don't know if it was because they were too tired or for some reason. Liu Zixi started to doze off as soon as they got on the train. In just over ten minutes, he fell asleep.
When Song Boxian saw this, he couldn't bear to wake her up, so he let her rest her head on his shoulder, and slept all the way to Nanjing South High-speed Railway Station in Fengtai District, outside Fengtai Gate.
After leaving the station, Song Boxian looked at the sleepy Liu Zixi and said, "How are you going back?"
"Isn't it time for dinner soon? How about we go to the inner city to have dinner first and then go back?"
Song Boxian had no choice but to take a taxi with Liu Zixi as soon as they arrived and entered the inner city of Nanjing. It was the evening rush hour and it was impossible to get to the bustling places around the imperial city in less than two hours.
"Forget about going to the inner city at this time. If you want to make friends, I recommend you to go to Changganqiao Street outside Jubaomen for dinner. It only takes about half an hour. After dinner, walk along Changganqiao. Take a walk along the bridge, which is popular with couples.”
Liu Zixi didn't speak, as if he accepted the fact, but Song Boxian said: "Master driver, how can you tell that we are a couple?"
When the driver heard this, he felt that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed his words and apologized, and then drove the car to Changgan Bridge in silence.
Recently, Liu Zixi became obsessed with Chaozhou Shabu Shabu Beef. There happened to be such a restaurant on Changganqiao Street, which opened along the Changgan River. The two of them ordered a lot of meat when they entered and had a great time eating it.
Halfway through eating, Song Boxian was tapped on the shoulder. When he looked up, the person laughed and said loudly: "Ouch, Old Seventh, I thought I saw it wrong. I didn't expect it was really you. When did you come back? Why?" Don’t even say a word to me.”
As the visitor spoke, he looked at Liu Zixi who raised his head in surprise, and said three times: "You can do that, you brat. I've only had a girlfriend in less than a semester, and you're so pretty. You have courage, and the girl has your last name..." ."
"This is not my girlfriend..."
Before Liu Zixi could speak, Song Boxian stood up and quickly stopped the visitor's next move, and quickly pulled him aside: "You have a big mouth, don't expose me, go and eat your food, this is my class assistant, don't Nonsense.”
The visitor wanted to continue, but Song Boxian kicked him in the butt: "Get out..."
After sending the people away, Song Boxian sat back awkwardly. Before he could speak, Liu Zixi put down his chopsticks and smiled mysteriously: "Who is that...Old Seventh..."
Song Boxian was stunned when he heard this, and then said awkwardly: "Be more serious. I have several cousins in my family. I'm in the seventh grade. Don't call me random names, or I'll fall in love."
Liu Zixi felt bored and asked, "Who is it?"
"He, he is my cousin. My mother is the eldest brother. He is two years older than me. He is already a senior this year and is doing internship. It's a coincidence that I met him here."
"What's your cousin's name? He's quite handsome..."
After hearing this, Song Boxian said: "I'm much more handsome than him."
"whispering sound..."
Liu Zixi said disdainfully: "What do you call it?"
"Lou, after my uncle gave him a name, he thought the name was not good in numerology. After a trip to Longhu Mountain, he said that he would change his name to 'Zai Xing' in the future... This made me laugh to death. My uncle almost beat me. Kill him..."
"Lou..." Liu Zixi recited silently, and then said nothing more: "Eat quickly, I have to go back after eating, it's getting dark..."
