Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Chapter 22 My brother is enough

The next day.

Song Yizhi followed Rong Yueyuan to the school and found that there were twenty more tables in the room.

The disciples of Wanmo Sect and Hehuan Sect were wearing Changqiu Sect's smoky blue disciple uniforms and sat cross-legged on the futon, all sitting upright.

When Rong Yueyuan appeared at the door of the school, the whispers in the school suddenly disappeared, and there was an instant of silence, so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

Rong Yueyuan looked at the school with twenty more disciples, and immediately didn't want to go in.

Rong Yueyuan stopped suddenly, Song Yizhi didn't stop the car and bumped into the man's back which was as straight as a pine.

Hearing the little girl behind him gasp, Rong Yueyuan turned around and saw Song Yizhi clutching his forehead with tears in his eyes.

Song Yizhi covered his forehead and said angrily, "Why are you walking and stopping!"

"Sorry." Rong Yueyuan said.

Song Yizhi waved his hands, then walked past Rong Yueyuan to his seat.

The disciples who witnessed everything were stunned.

What did they see? !

This, is the Fifth Elder of the Changqiu Sect so good-tempered? !

He even said sorry to his disciples? !

What kind of Mr. Immortal is this!

I knew that they worked hard to join the Changqiu sect!

Lan Qianqian lowered her eyelids, afraid that the jealousy in her eyes would be seen by others.

Song Yizhi walked to his desk and bent down to sit down.

Rong Yueyuan walked to the table and sat down, and after a brief talk, the class started.

After the morning class, Song Yizhi sat up straight and shook his head, ready to wake up and go back to cooking.

"Mr. looked at you several times this morning. You must have been watched by him." Feng Yi'an turned sideways and Song Yizhi said.

Song Yizhi shrugged his shoulders, then stretched his waist, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, at most I'll go outside and stand for punishment."

She is used to being punished for standing, and the big deal is to be a little more embarrassing.

Feng Yi'an shook his head, and when he was about to say something, Song Yiheng, who was wearing a blue narrow-sleeved shirt, walked in with a food box.

The blue robe made the man a little warmer, full of vigor and immortality, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The remaining disciples in the school all turned their attention to Song Yiheng.

Many female disciples stared at Song Yiheng, who was blunt and immortal, with admiration unconsciously in their eyes.

When Song Yiheng came over, he saw Feng Yian with a smile on his face, he squinted his eyes to hide the flashing coolness in his eyes, then turned his gaze to Song Yizhi, and said softly, "Zhizhi."

"Brother, what delicious food did you make for me?" Song Yizhi shouted, then reached out to pick up the food box.

Song Yiheng put the food box on the table.

"Sweet and sour short ribs." Song Yiheng reached out to open the food box, and the aroma wafted away.

The disciples who hadn't left felt that their stomachs were rumbling because they were hooked out as gluttons.

Ah, why don't they have anyone to deliver food!
Feng Yi'an took a look at the sweet and sour short ribs in the food box, "Senior brother Song can still cook?"

Song Yiheng glanced at Feng Yi'an rather miserly, then looked at Song Yizhi, and answered Feng Yi'an indifferently.

When Zhizhi was still young, he was worried about letting Zhizhi cook, so he went to learn it. After a long time, his cooking skills are not bad.

Feng Yi'an responded in astonishment, and then walked to Song Yizhi's table, "Zhizhi, can I eat?"

Before Song Yizhi could open his mouth, Song Yiheng refused, "I only made enough for Zhizhi to eat alone. If you want to eat, go to the cafeteria."

Song Yizhi raised his head and looked at the two who were somewhat at odds.

They are all tall and straight men, a handsome man, a bone fairy, but no matter how you look at them... they all look alike!
Song Yizhi retreated tactically.

Heck!

Usually I don't think so, but when the two of them are together, they will find that they really look alike!
No wonder I feel that Feng Yi'an has an inexplicable sense of familiarity, his face looks like his brother's!
Wait, that's not right!

Why does Young Master Yao resemble her brother so much? !

Song Yizhi rubbed his jaw, looked at this and that, and then felt that his brain was not enough.

Song Yiheng raised his hand and rubbed Song Yizhi's head, and said softly, "Eat."

"Brother." Song Yizhi grabbed Song Yiheng's sleeve and asked tentatively, "That's right, is there a possibility...Mother gave me a brother?"

These two people, if they weren't brothers, they would be sorry for their faces!
Feng Yi'an narrowed his eyes, and when he was about to say something, he saw Song Yiheng's slightly cold eyes.

Feng Yi'an was secretly unhappy.

"Does Zhizhi want me to be your brother?" Feng Yi'an turned to Song Yizhi, with a smile on his handsome face, and said in a bewitching manner, "Zhizhi, I will be a very, very good brother." elder brother!"

Song Yizhi opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Crazy ball? !
Does the demon master know if he will break his leg?
However, I don't know whether Feng Yi'an will be beaten by the demon master, but it is absolutely certain that he will be beaten.

She doesn't want to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots!

Song Yiheng looked at Feng Yi'an, who was laughing like a bee, and his voice became cold, "Zhi Zhi is enough to have me as a brother."

Ah.

Feng Yi'an looked at Song Yiheng meaningfully, and only said to Song Yizhi, "I'm going to eat, Zhizhi, see you in the afternoon."

Song Yizhi nodded.

Feng Yi'an left, and many disciples also left to eat in the cafeteria.

"Zhizhi." Song Yiheng said.

Song Yizhi looked up at the man with a gentle but oppressive face, and immediately sat upright and said obediently, "It's enough for me to have a brother!"

Brother is stingy!

Before the senior brother lied to himself that his brother was known by him, he beat the senior brother so much that he couldn't get out of bed for three days in the name of sparring.

If it wasn't for the Young Master Yao, with his brother's temper, he would have already had a friendly exchange with Feng Yi'an.

Song Yiheng responded.

Song Yizhi brought out the dishes, and took a bite of white rice with the meat, "Brother, you are a bit like Feng Yi'an..."

"Huh?" Song Yiheng said warmly.

Song Yizhi silently lowered his head and ate the rice.

Don't let me tell the truth, my brother is too much!
After eating, Song Yiheng left the school with the food box, and Song Yizhi took a nap on the table.

……

Afternoon classes are also held in the classroom.

After the peaceful and boring day was over, Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan went back one after the other.

Back at the top of the peak, Song Yizhi turned his head and went to the field. Rong Yueyuan sat on the side, speaking softly, "Lu Li of Wanmo Sect, Bei Xianyue of Hehuan Sect, these two seem to belong to different sects. Chief disciple?"

The chief disciples of each sect were at least Nascent Soul. When such a disciple was sent to the Changqiu sect, the two sects had their anxiety and kindness written on their faces.

Song Yizhi responded, and then looked up at Rong Yueyuan who was sitting on the side, "Don't think about it, you just have ghosts in your heart."

Rong Yueyuan didn't make a sound.

Song Yizhi came out of the field. After washing her hands, she went to make a pot of tea for Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan took the tea from Song Yizhi, took a sip and looked up, "Scented tea?"

There seems to be a floral fragrance as well as a fruity fragrance, sweet and refreshing, very good.

"Fruit tea." Song Yizhi said.

Rong Yueyuan responded, lowered her head and continued to take a sip.

After a while, Rong Yueyuan raised his head and saw Song Yizhi looking straight at him, he realized after a while that this is going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

(End of this chapter)