"Sister Chuli, the prince treats you badly, so you don't have to pretend to be friendly." Huangfuling sighed, "I won't laugh at you."
Yu Chu was too lazy to speak.
But after a while, the noble ladies from the bookstore arrived in twos and threes, and everyone glanced at Yu Chu as if nothing, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.
Li Zhu stood beside his seat, smiled at Yu Chu, and then talked with the other ladies.
Yu Chu thought on his knees and knew what the group of people were talking about.
She moved her gaze out of the window.
When the morning came, the sky was slightly gloomy. At this time, the sky is brighter, but the clouds are dense.
Halfway through class, it started to rain.
Yu Chu was writing a post-reading review when he heard the patter of rain outside the window. He turned his head and glanced, sighing slightly melancholy.
In the lush green, the sound of the rain is quiet, and the lines of the distant mountains are like the thick ink in the painting.
this weather...
She sighed again.
Mr. Hanzhi happened to turn to her, saw her stop writing, tapped the ruler lightly with his knuckles, and said calmly: "Concentrate."
A few students next to him laughed softly.
Everyone is obviously happy to criticize General Chuli.
Yu Chu glanced at them, put down the pen in his hand, and said with a smile, "The students have finished writing."
Mr. Hanzhi frowned.
She didn't speak, she lowered her head and took away the ruler, gently picked up Yu Chu's paper, and glanced down.
"Students are generals after all, sir, let me write books on the art of war, so I can write quickly." Yu Chu twirled the brush beside him.
Mr. Hanzhi glanced at her, "The writing is good, but you should also concentrate. What are you looking at?"
The general paused, lowered his head and sighed, and said softly, "The student is thinking, now that it's raining, the prince might not come."
As she spoke, she shook her head regretfully.
"..." Mr. Hanzhi was silent for a while, then turned his head and glanced at the others.
Because Yu Chu lowered his voice, no one heard this sentence.
"Concentrate." The old man thought it was a little funny, so he didn't criticize him too much, and just said something lightly.
This morning, the noble ladies of the book club did not make trouble.
They all don't like generals who are too popular, and there is subtle jealousy in it. But the general's legends are very scary, and for a while, no one immediately went to trouble.
At the end of the morning's lecture, it was General Chu Li's article that Mr. Li loved the most.
Ladies are in a delicate mood.
After the lectures, they had to eat in the courtyard behind the school and could not go back until the end of the day.
The waiters opened umbrellas for their young ladies.
Only Yu Chu was left behind.
Li Zhu by the eaves was about to leave, but stopped when he saw this, and asked with a half-smile, "Where's the general's attendant?"
Yu Chu opened an umbrella by himself, "Let him go back."
Another noble lady stopped beside Li Zhu, and said with a smile, "The general is really used to suffering, and I'm afraid he won't be able to adapt to the lives of noble ladies all of a sudden."
Yu Chu narrowed his eyes slightly, but suddenly smiled again, put down the umbrella in his hand, and signaled the winding mountain road below, "He's here."
When she said that suddenly, everyone looked up and thought it was her waiter.
In the boundless rain, a person walked slowly with an umbrella.
She has a slender and beautiful figure, with snow-colored clothes, but she doesn't look like a waiter.
Li Zhu was the first to widen his eyes.