Jiang Hai felt that the women in the capital were even crazier than those in the new city.
Look at that expression, it's like he wants to eat himself.
He was running wildly along the lakeside promenade with his wife. Well, actually, it was his wife who was running with him.
Jiang Hai's speed couldn't keep up with Yuchi Ziling.
After running for a distance, a middle-aged man who looked like a gentleman came towards me.
He is dressed in elegant clothes and has a flowing beard, and he is obviously a cultured person.
Seeing Jiang Hai and his wife running away, Jiang Hai was also dressed as a scholar.
The teacher thought it was a candidate, stopped and scolded him,
"How can you be so playful in a place of literature? Why don't you stop immediately? Are you so ignorant of etiquette?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hai passed by him and bumped into his shoulder.
The husband was forced to turn around 180 degrees and watch Jiang Hai and his wife run away.
"He's a useless dandy who only knows how to flirt with women. He's read so much that it's like a dog's stomach."
The gentleman was still blaming Jiang Hai for his rudeness and was unable to extricate himself from his immersive criticism.
A noisy sound of footsteps was heard. Compared to the noise Jiang Hai had just made, it was like the difference between a single rider and an army of thousands.
The gentleman looked at the direction Jiang Hai left, thinking he was hallucinating, and patted his head and said,
"Why is it so noisy all of a sudden? It seems I've been reading too late recently. I shouldn't stay up late."
"This Dongcheng Hot Culture book is really untouchable and I can't stop reading it at all."
The gentleman muttered to himself, turned around and was about to move forward.
His breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes widened, and the gentleman froze.
A group of women came running over and were very close.
Before the gentleman could say anything, he was knocked back by the two women in front of him who were unable to dodge in time.
Before he could find his footing, the person behind him bumped into him again.
With a cry of "Ouch", this time he was knocked to the ground.
The woman who hit the person didn't have time to apologize before she hurriedly chased after the crowd in front of her.
The gentleman was on the ground, pointing in the direction of the woman, and shouting,
"This, this, this, how disgraceful, how disgraceful... ahhhh..."
Before he could untie it, another woman stepped on his finger. Fortunately, it was a lightweight one and it was not broken.
The gentleman cried out in pain and was about to get up when another woman, who had no time to dodge, tripped him in the crotch.
She almost fell, but after stabilizing herself, the woman continued running.
The woman was much more polite, saying as she ran, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The husband curled up on the ground with his hands on his crotch, and had no intention of listening to her apology.
Two lines of tears flowed down his face, and he looked like he had lost all hope in life. Why were these women so cruel?
The gentleman stared blankly at the ground, with only a faint sadness slowly spreading.
The grief-stricken gentleman looked at the crowd running past him or over him, and didn't even want to struggle to get up.
At this moment, he felt the ground seemed to shake a little and turned to look at the road ahead.
I saw a heavyweight melon-carrying athlete behind the crowd, running towards me.
The man, who had originally given up struggling, suddenly rekindled his desire for life.
If you want to endure the pain, it will go away. But if you get stepped on by someone of this size, you don’t have to endure it, it will go away immediately.
Ignoring his own sorrow, the gentleman used up all his life's potential and unleashed the strongest physical potential in decades.
He jumped up and hid behind the pillar of the corridor. People who didn't know him would definitely think that this gentleman was a man of both civil and military talents, and also had kung fu skills.
Fortunately, the clever man saved his life by relying on his survival instinct.
After watching the heavyweight fighter run away with the crowd.
The gentleman patted his chest with lingering fear and exhaled a breath of air.
"Huh... I'm so scared! Are these women crazy? What's going on?"
After saying that, he put his hand on his crotch and felt it, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I'm still alive."
He picked up the crown that had just fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and tidied his appearance.
The teacher then headed towards the small square where Jiang Hai and the others had competed in poetry.
But his beard was a little messy, and the two embroidered shoe prints on the back of his robe were particularly conspicuous.
And at this time on the small square.
There were only a group of talented men, a few scattered beauties, and Yuchi Shuang and the others left.
Looking at what was happening along the lakeside promenade, my jaw almost dropped.
And there was a person who was making some small movements, and this person was Luo Zheng.
While everyone was witnessing the beauty stepping on the gentleman's back, he quietly moved to the place where Jiang Hai had just helped Yuchi Ziling wipe his hands.
One foot nimbly landed on the two banknotes.
Then he fanned himself calmly, and when he found that no one noticed him, he looked very satisfied.
At this time, the gentleman walked to the small square and saw so many people gathered there, so it must be the right place.
This gentleman is Master Yuan from the Imperial College. Just now, a student went to report that people were gathering here and there was a fear of a conflict.
That's why he came to see what was wrong.
As a result, he encountered this disaster on the way and almost died with tears in his eyes. It was really difficult for Master Yuan.
Seeing Master Yuan coming, many candidates from the capital also knew him and bowed to him.
"Meet Master Yuan."
Luo Zheng, who was about to bend down to pick up the banknotes, was interrupted by Master Yuan's arrival.
I had no choice but to bow like everyone else.
Master Yuan saw that the people here were almost forming a circle, so he asked,
"What happened? Why are there so many people gathered here?"
"Master, Master Chen and Master Gao just had a fight, so we came over to take a look."
"Oh, literary competition, that's quite an elegant thing. Do you have any good works left behind?"
Master Yuan didn't expect such a thing to happen here and was a little surprised.
But when he asked about the excellent works, Chen Simei felt a little ashamed. She had chosen the thing, and Jiang Hai had abused her.
Chen Simei didn't dare to speak, but others would help him speak.
At this time, a student told Master Yuan what had just happened in a very emotional way.
"Look, sir, this is the poem right here, written by Master Gao. It's absolutely stunning, a masterpiece."
"Oh really? Let me take a look."
After Master Yuan finished speaking, he walked towards the place where Jiang Hai's poem was hung.
If you want to go over and take a look, the best place to stand is where Luo Zheng is.
Luo Zheng was in a dilemma. Should he give up his seat to the teacher? Two hundred taels was enough for a month's prostitution.
When Master Yuan came to Luo Zheng, he thought that this student was so ignorant of etiquette that he didn't even make room for him when the master came.
His impression score dropped almost immediately. Luo Zheng was extremely anxious, he was in a dilemma.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng came up with a quick idea. He squatted down and looked up at Master Yuan and said,
"Master, it's too tiring to stand and watch. Why don't you sit on me and appreciate it slowly?"
“…”
When the group of talented people heard what Luo Zheng said, their faces all twisted.
This guy is pretty good. He flatters people to such an extent just to gain some impression points.
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