On June 2, Yuan Qingsu's feeling of frustration was gone.

The conquest of God Lin Yuzi is too simple and boring.

Today is a rare sunny day in the rainy season. He sat in the school cafeteria with a book in his hand.

"It is better to have no books than to believe in books!" As he looked at him, he suddenly threw the book on the table, picked up the orange juice, and took a sip with a straw.

"What's wrong?" Ji Gong Shiliuye said with a funny look.

"This book says, "It is not okay for girls to be cherished just by being cherished. They should give them a stinging pain from time to time." It seems like a fart at first glance. No wonder Aristotle said, 'I love my teacher, I love the truth even more'."

"Don't swear." Shen Lin Yuzi was beside him.

Her cell phone was placed on the table, and there was the symphony "Prelude of the Lady's Afternoon" written by Debussy based on the poem of the same name.

On a hot summer day, the shepherd god hugged the forest goddess in his sleep. When the shepherd god woke up lazyly, he recalled the situation in his dream and gradually fell asleep.

The music is hazy, erratic and mysterious.

This is the homework for French literature courses.

"I don't believe in books, but I believe in what Mencius and Aristotle said?" Ji Gong Shiliu Ye picked up the book of Origin Qingsu and turned two pages.

"Only I believe in Mencius and Aristotle, what they say is trustworthy. In the final analysis, I only believe in myself."

"Aren't you a Christian who read the Bible? Why do you think of a love novel?" Ji Gong Shiliu Ye looked at the pretentious confession of the male protagonist in the book.

"Human cells are renewing every moment. What you know is always me in the past. If I don't read yesterday, it doesn't mean I don't read today."

"Do you like reading?" Ji Gong Shiliuye put down the book.

The content in the book made her feel uncomfortable all over, and it was too unrestrained and neat.

"You don't know? I thought it was already well-known."

"I thought you only think about women every day."

"Women also think about it." Yuan Qingsu is very honest.

"What books have you read? Let's listen." Ji Gong Shiliuye looked like a test-winning attitude.

Source Dento put down the juice, answered:

"I have read the Analects of Confucius in China, and read the Bible. I have memorized the "Technology of Fruit and Vegetable Planting" and the story of "Aesop's Fable" will be told to my children in the future."

"Can you still treat your child?"

"I don't plan to go to pediatrics, I can't do anything to the children."

"Where are you going?"

"It's fine wherever you go, except pediatrics."

The two of them asked and answered each other, and Yuko Shenlin only listened to the music aside and did not participate in the topic.

The three of them were quiet for a while, during which time, there were only the warm horns and woodwind sounds of the "Prelude of the Lady God's Afternoon" and the gurgling harp sounds like gurgling water.

"Tomorrow is your mother-in-law's birthday, what gift is going to give?" Compared to the famous Impressionist music, Jigong Shiliuye's smile is more pleasant, even if it's making fun of it.

"I'm going to make money." Yuan Qingsu replied.

“Not giving?”

"No." Three seconds after resolutely saying this, Yuan Qingsu changed her words, "It's better to give it to you."

"My mother taught me since childhood that I should be polite in life," he explained.

"Mother's education hahaha!"

I don't know what's funny, Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled happily for a while before he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

She picked up the drink and was about to take a sip, but she laughed again before her lips touched the straw.

"Did your mother say something later?" Shen Lin Yuzi suddenly spoke.

She has always felt guilty for "leading Yuan Qingsu into the world of cultivation" and is also full of apology for Yuan Qingsu's mother.

"Let me go back to Shiguo on vacation, nothing else."

Shen Lin Yuzi nodded and said, "I'll go with you."

After pausing, she added: "I'm going to apologize."

"Where is the Sixteen Nights? Go?" Yuan Qingsu sent an invitation.

"Is there anything fun?" Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled and asked slightly panting.

"Nothing fun, but accommodation is free, three meals are free, and you can watch the sea."

"Yeah, it's not attractive, but forget it, you're there anyway." Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled slightly, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Yuan Qingsu was about to speak when a sound came from a distance.

"Brother Qingsu!"

His eyes turned around and he saw Kiyomi Genyu, Kiyoto Genyu, and Fujiwara Juno.

Genkimi's cute dress is very suitable for her already sweet and petite body;

Yuan Qingyin wears a shirt and jeans and takes a handsome route, which should attract many girls.

Fujiwara Juno also has a white shirt, but it is more elegant than the courtly style.

Speaking of shirts, it seems that boys always have only one style, but girls’ shirts can be said to be colorful, such as lace, wrinkles, hollowing, etc.

Yuan Qingsu even suspected that girls have more styles on their shirts than all the clothes they have in their shirts.

"The beauty scheme is coming." Ji Gong Shiliuye laughed softly as if he was fun.

"Two cousins ​​or cousins, and one other person's fiancée, what kind of beauty trick is this?" Yuan Qingsu disagreed.

"As long as you can get married, why isn't it a beauty trick?" Ji Gong Shiliuye looked at him with a smile.

Yuan Qingsu then remembered that in Japan, her cousin could get married.

As the two of them talked, the three of them had already walked closer.

"Hello, Lord God Witch, Lord Jigong." Genkimi said hello obediently, and the other two also saluted in their own styles.

Unfortunately, the two witches ignored them and were very rude.

"What are you doing in school?" Since I was educated by my mother, I should be polite.

"We are here to apologize." Yuan Qingmei said sweetly, "Brother Qingsu, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble before."

"I was wrong a few days ago, I'm sorry." Yuan Qingyin also said.

"It is best to be able to live in peace." Yuan Qingsu nodded, not perfunctory or enthusiastic.

The three of them seemed to have come to apologize. After apologizing, they left, but they did not leave the school, but visited around.

"Is this the apology brought by Shun?" Yuan Qingsu asked the two witches.

"That Fujiwara Juno, you look at you wrong. You little pervert, be careful, don't be deceived." said Himeguchi Shiroya.

"It's not your turn to say this. I've lie to my witch all day long!"

"Witch?" Ji Gong Shiliuye was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "It seems that it is necessary to twist your head off, brush it carefully with a brush ten times, and then marinate it into the stinky ditch."

"Then why do you need to brush?"

"You can't do it either." Ji Gong Shiliuye turned his head and stared at Yuan Qingsu's forehead with smiling eyes.

"If I die, my head can be left for you." Yuan Qingsu said, "You can think about it now, what should I buy to make a birthday gift for a woman in her forties or fifties?"

"What do you have to think about? After you go back, take the vase from my entrance."

"The rich and sexy big sister is amazing."

"What did you say?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked a little surprised and funny.

"The rich and sexy big sister is so great." Yuan Qingsu drank all the orange juice in one sip, "But I am a fan of Miss Shenlin, so I will never give in to this."

"fan?"

Yuan Qingsu also talked about the fact that there was a village.

The sun shines on the beech trees and the shade falls on the dining table, outlining beautiful graphics.

It was almost time for class, and the three of them walked out of the restaurant and on the lawn in front of Kishida Lecture Hall, the cheerleaders practiced outdoors on the rare sunny day.

Fujiwara Juno and the other two stared at the girl's shaking breasts.

The summer wind blew across the apricot trees and their skirts.

The girls coming and going were wearing summer clothes, with high chests, and walking around the campus, all looking very beautiful.

After dinner in the evening, Yuan Qingsu did not climb over the wall, but walked into Ji Gong Shiliu Ye's mansion.

"Master Yuan." Huo Fan saluted.

"Miss Huo Fan, good evening." Yuan Qingsu returned the gift, "I'm here to get the bottle."

"Bottle?" Huo Fan's bright face showed his doubts in a very ingenious way.
To be continued...