After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

Chunqiao saw Master Qinghe talking to Yingge from a distance, but she didn't go forward until Su Qinghe left.

"Yingge, what does Master Qinghe want to talk to you about? He's not going to bully you, is he?"

"No way, he wanted me to join them in playing football."

"As for the game of Ju, Yingge, you'd better not join. Their Fengyun Club was just established not long ago. You can't stand up to the Jifeng Club."

"The Gale Society?"

"Yes, the Gale Club is an old club that has been established for a long time."

"So what will happen if they face off?"

"Loss more than winning."

"I see. That means if I win by accident, I will be a great hero to their club."

"Yingge, what are you talking about?"

"You don't understand, kid. Let's go back quickly." Yingge said and patted Chunqiao's head.

Chunqiao said shyly, "Yingge, you are too mean. I don't want to play with you anymore."

Yingge shook her head helplessly. After all, it was ancient times, and the little girl was so shy.

Yingge thought back to what Su Qinghe said just now and found it a little funny. Did he think she would be afraid of these things? Wasn't this exactly what Yingge wanted? He was going to be a tutor in the future, and this activity was the right time for her to make friends. Not only would she not be afraid, she would also actively participate.

Over here, in the study room in the main courtyard of Liu's mansion.

"Yingge has been with Mr. Chungui for some time. Do you think I should take some time to go and see her?"

Butler Zhang, who was waiting on the side, drooped his eyelids and waited for a while before saying, "Master, if you go, won't people feel that you are being too deliberate? They don't think you just want to go and take a look."

"Is that so? That's right."

"Uncle, you'd better not go to see her. We always see her in the school on weekdays. Mr. Chungui is very strict with her."

Liu Wenru frowned when someone heard his speech and even interrupted him. He was about to scold him, but then he heard Liu Ziheng's words.

He thought about it and felt that what Ziheng said was right. He should not disturb her and just be patient and wait.

"Uncle, she is not someone who is determined to take the imperial examination. If you go there, she will think that you deliberately let Mr. Chungui not teach her well in order to prevent her from becoming your son-in-law. Then you will be in trouble both inside and outside."

"Hey, you can even say idioms now. It seems you have been reading quite well recently."

"Do you have any idea to deepen your knowledge? I will also talk to Mr. Chungui and ask you to study with me?"

"Uncle, I'm not going to take the imperial examination, so I won't talk to you anymore. I'll take my leave first." With that, Liu Ziheng ran away.

"Hey, this kid."

"Then sir, are you still going to visit Mr. Chungui?"

"Oh, no, no, no."

"I'm going to Shuozhou soon."

Liu Ziheng ran a long way away, stood in the moonlight, and spat a few times.

"Humph, if you weren't still useful, I wouldn't say anything good for you."

"I just hope that you won't make a fool of yourself this time."

The climate in Mo City has been getting colder and colder, but Yingge's skills have been getting stronger and stronger.

He just tapped his toes and ran a long distance. Even in modern times, she might not be able to run that far. After all, modern times are all about high technology, while ancient times were all about solid light industry.

"Little brother, you are skipping school today."

"Auntie, how can that be possible? I have asked for leave."

"Your husband is really easy to talk to."

It was the lunch break at Qingfeng College. The students had just finished their lunch and were yawning sleepily with hazy eyes.

An old man in shabby clothes and with a scruffy beard was walking between the desks of the students. Some students were half awake. They only saw the old man moving his back, lowering his head to pick up something, and muttering, "What are you doing?"

"It's clean and hygienic."

"Oh, then you have a hard time. You are so old now."

"Well, that's right."

Soon he had more than a dozen books in his arms, and then he tiptoed and ran out with his nimble body.

The people behind only saw an afterimage.

Mr. Chungui was still sitting on the stone bench where he often sat recently, looking into the distance.

Until his eyes accidentally swept over the old man, he exclaimed and stood up immediately.

"What did you see just now in front?" The servant waiting on the side saw Mr. Chungui's exclamation and thought something had happened. When he heard his voice, he followed the direction he pointed and looked into the distance.

As a result, he didn't see anything. Mr. Chungui looked incredulous about what he had just seen. He wondered if he had seen it wrong, but it was unlikely.

Meanwhile, Zhixing was running as fast as he could while angrily saying, "Humph, what's going on? He asked for leave just like that. He's even more arrogant than a teacher like him."

"Oh, how pitiful it is for me, a teacher, to worry about his studies."

"Ah, my books are gone, and mine are also gone. What's missing from mine is the "Records of the Grand Historian", the "Spring and Autumn Annals" and the "Spring Palace Appreciation"."

"'Spring Palace Awards', what is that?"

"That's my uncle's pornographic picture."

"Ah, you, you are..."

This was the scene that Mr. Chun Gui saw when he arrived at his church. He shouted, "What are you all arguing about?"

"Sir, we have fewer books. Yes, sir, I have fewer books too."

"There is a book thief,"

"What are you arguing about? Go and see who was here just now."

The noise and wailing were intertwined. The school for young people is always so youthful and unrestrained.

On a cold and steep winter day, a group of young people aged 16 or 17 gathered on the wide grassland of the canal west of Mo City. They wore the same uniform, dark-colored body-shaping tops and dark-colored leggings, which made them look energetic and neat. They tied their hair up high, revealing their full foreheads and resolute faces. Although their bodies were different, some were strong and some were thin and agile, they were all flexible and light without exception.

Groups of young people, full of energy, were discussing something.

"Qinghe, you said we would have a new person this time, but why haven't we seen her yet? Could it be that she is scared and doesn't dare to come?"

"Well, isn't that so."

"there?"

"where!"

Following the direction of Su Qinghe's finger, they saw a short and thin girl walking in the distance. She was wearing clothes of the same color as theirs, which made her look a little out of place, like a child wearing adult clothes.

"Qinghe, you're not talking about him, are you?"

"This looks too small, will it work?"

"What do you mean by small?"

"Ah, Qinghe, you have become bad. You are no longer pure."

Compared with other people present, Yingge was indeed not very dazzling, but she was unique among everyone present. There was light in her eyes, which were sparkling and shining.

Although it looks unremarkable in appearance, it cannot be ignored.

Well, with this comparison, these young people present here are indeed pleasing to the eyes, not bad, not bad.

Yingge commented in her heart.

"Hey, dwarf, were you specially invited by Qinghe?"

"Dwarfs, well, I am indeed much shorter than them."

But who can help me, I am a Westerner. But I can consider getting some kind of internal enhancement in the future. Well, maybe I can consider it, maybe it can be a way to make money.

After all, he was the one I invited personally, so even for the sake of face, I have to protect Yingge appropriately.

Su Qinghe put his arm around Yingge's shoulders, and the two of them were arm in arm.

Yingge, who was originally petite, felt something was not right when Su Qinghe embraced her like this, and she leaned weakly in Su Qinghe's arms.

This is the only thing that is not particularly good about men: they often put their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Don't be fooled by her size, she is very good at playing Cuju."

"Really? You used to play there."

One of the boys asked.

"I used to play where I lived, and later I played in the alley next to the street at the side door of Liu's mansion."

Everyone was still trying to remember where the alleyway at the side door of Liu's house was, when suddenly a young man shouted, "Isn't that where the little kids play?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

This guy is so bold, so boastful, and always bragging.

"Alright, alright, whether it's true or not, words are not enough, we'll see the result on the field later."

"Don't gather here anymore."

To be honest, Yingge had never attended any gathering of young people since she came here. She knew a little bit about Jiju, but to what extent, whether it was the same as their ancient practice or very different, Yingge needed to understand it first. "Well, you guys practice first, I'll watch from the side, and then we'll go on stage later."

"Don't say you can't do it. In fact, you are trying to steal our skills. Are you trying to secretly watch how we play?"

"You can't look at it that way."

"No, the way we play there is different from here. Let me see what the rules you play by first."

Liu Ziheng, who was standing aside, snorted coldly. They were all just making excuses. They clearly knew nothing, but they had to imitate the city people to show off.

"Okay, forget about them, let's get started."

Su Qinghe let go of Yingge's shoulders, held her hand and said, "You watch for a while. If you have any questions, ask me after it's over."

Having said that, without waiting for Yingge to answer, he ran straight towards the group of young people in front.

The energy of youth seems to be like this, young people running freely along the open canal, laughing wildly, without a worry in their eyes.

The unmarried women who were watching from a distance saw a group of young men running, and they all shyly covered their faces with the handkerchiefs in their hands.

The sun shines on the open field, gold and brilliance interweave together. Yingge uses her small body to move flexibly among the crowd, playing a small supporting role every time.

Yingge was agile and moved his steps flexibly, trying to make sure the people behind him could keep up.

The people around were not to be outdone, they were running, jumping, swinging sticks, trying to make up for it. The scene was extremely lively, the ball was passed back and forth among the crowd, the scene was extremely intense.

It was like a nimble bird. Every swing of the stick was precise and powerful. Under its control, the ball seemed to have a pair of eyes and flew towards the red team accurately.

The people around were so excited that their blood boiled. Some even waved flags and shouted on the spot to cheer them on.

A warm-up exercise allows young people to wear a little thicker clothes, but it can actually prevent them from getting injured and without a chance to cushion the impact.