In the morning, Quan Zong held a life guidance class. As the first class in Quan Zong, it mainly talked about the general life style of Quan Zong, including where to go to class, where to eat, where to wash and change clothes. Where do you take off your pants, where do you change your clothes, and other miscellaneous things, but before the class is even halfway through, it has basically turned into Shui Han’s personal adventure. Shui Han told everyone about his adventures in the boxing sect. His heroic deeds could not help but add a lot of jealousy. Several people even contacted Zhongqiu, the original lecturer, who was deceived by Shui Han. This morning, the entire boxing sect was regarded as Shui Han's home field.
At noon, after eating in the boxing sect's small cafeteria, Shui Han returned to his dormitory. His dormitory was the room he had stayed in before with a peach blossom path outside the door. Shui Han was quite fond of this room. Very satisfied, Shui Han pushed the door in and took a good look at his room. After looking around, he realized that there was nothing to look at, because there was nothing in this room except a simple bed against the wall. There was nothing in the place except a rack for hanging clothes. Shui Han climbed onto the bed, folded the quilt, and hurried out according to Zhongqiu's instructions. Zhongqiu told Shui Han during the meal that Mr. Xun had woken him up. Be sure to go to the Confucian Palace to meet him.
Shui Han had just closed the door when he glanced at Mr. Zhong who was practicing in front of the wooden mannequin. Next to Shui Han's house, separated by a peach tree, was Mr. Zhong's house. In front of Mr. Zhong's house was It is said that he made a wooden stake for his daily boxing practice. Not long after he finished eating, Mr. Zhong was already naked and soaked with sweat. Looking at the wooden stake, it was full of scars, and he did not know that it had been practiced. How many days. Shui Han didn't quite understand why this young man named Zhong Shao was trying so hard to abuse him. Just when Shui Han was fascinated, Zhong Shao suddenly turned his head and his eyes happened to meet Shui Han's. Shui Han was struck by the sharp His eyes were staring with a bit of embarrassment, so he could only smile awkwardly and said from a distance:
"Good kung fu."
Young Master Zhong didn't respond, but his expression became more and more serious. Shui Han suddenly felt a slight chill behind his back and fled away. He used to think that this kid was full of malice towards him, but now it seems that he is not neurotic after all. After what Xiaotian said before, could it be that this guy was really stimulated by something and can no longer tolerate boys who are more handsome than him?
Xiaotian is the nickname given to Xiaotian by Shuihan. Shuihan thought Xiaotian was much cuter than Xiaotian, so he called him that. When Shui Han ran away alone with his thoughts, Mr. Zhong looked at his retreating back and sighed.
In fact, he just couldn't get used to Shui Han's attitude towards life with nothing to do and no pressure. When he saw Shui Han, he would think of his hated past self.
Shui Han ran all the way to the Confucian Hall. Under the peach tree outside the Confucian Hall, he saw a person, a girl in blue leaning under the towering peach tree. Shui Han recognized who it was at a glance and walked straight away. He stepped forward and raised his hand to say hello.
"Richu, how are you?"
Shui Han felt that his wording was perfect. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the day, he raised his hand and flicked his forehead. Shui Han had already become accustomed to this action. He touched his forehead and said:
"Again?"
Richu finally couldn't help but laughed out loud and said:
"Are you going to see Master Xun?"
Shui Han said:
"Well, you probably want to know more about this incident from me."
"You're looking for me, what's wrong?"
Shui Han asked additionally.
Richu didn't answer, but took out something from behind and put it in Shuihan's hand.
"Here, here you go."
Shui Han looked at the palm of his hand, and it turned out to be a black and white hairband. Shui Han touched his long, messy hair, and blinked at Richu with a pair of black eyes, feeling an inexplicable warmth welling up in his heart.
Richu's face was flushed and he said:
"I used to feel uncomfortable with your long hair, so I'll give you this hair tie."
Shui Han scratched his head in embarrassment and said:
"Thank you, Richu."
Unexpectedly, just after saying thank you, Richu grabbed the ink-white headband again.
"what are you doing?"
"Turn around and tie it for you."
Under the sun, Richu stood on his tiptoes and tied Shui Han's long black and white hair tie.
Shui Han turned around, looked at Richu for a long time, and said:
"Not bad, he looks like a human being."
Shui Han felt that this was wrong, and just as he was about to argue, Richu had already run away, leaving only one sentence lingering in the air.
Wear it well.
Shui Han watched the sun go further and further away, and finally turned around. There was warmth in his heart that he didn't want to let go.
However, the smile on Richu's face revealed a hint of deep sadness.
Shuihan, please forgive me.
