Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

At this moment, two students dressed as scholars came down from the elegant and quiet box upstairs.

If Su Yu was there, he would recognize him. This was the young Confucian scholar named Zheng Qiao who had debated with him last time, saying that only women and villains are difficult to raise. The other one should be Zhang Yun who said he wanted to discuss academic matters with him last time.

Student Zheng Qiao glanced downstairs casually, and his eyes were instantly attracted by a group of four people who were sitting together, drinking tea and talking loudly.

He stopped walking involuntarily, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile. Seeing this, his classmate Zhang Yun, who was standing beside him, became curious and looked in the direction Zheng Qiao was looking.

Zhang Yun exclaimed in surprise: "Huh? Isn't this the student... the one who invited his friends to dinner but asked them to pay for their share?" As he spoke, he pointed at the group of people in front of him with a thick and loud voice, as if he was afraid that others couldn't hear him.

In an instant, everyone in the teahouse turned their attention to the person who was speaking.

Meng Shuchen, who was sitting at the table, just glanced at the person upstairs when he heard the voice. Finding that he didn't know him, he ignored it and continued to drink and eat as if nothing had happened, putting on an attitude of being indifferent and detached from the world.

However, in sharp contrast to Meng Shuchen, Sheng Jinnian had a gloating expression on his face, and teased his friend Meng Shuchen with a stern face: "Haha, there are actually people who invite friends to dinner and ask them to help share the money. If you can't afford it, don't invite them!!!"

As he spoke, he seemed to be amused by this incident and laughed so hard that his body leaned forward and backward, completely losing his usual image of a graceful and elegant gentleman. He looked extremely ridiculous, as if he didn't realize that the other party was referring to their table.

Zhong Wenchuan suddenly interjected at this time: "It is indeed stingy, but the brain is too flexible. Most people can't think of it." The irony is self-evident.

Zhong Wenchuan looked at Song Xuanzhi, "Don't you agree, Brother Song?"

"Yes, yes," Song Xuanzhi didn't know what else to say except saying yes. After all, the central figure of this topic was himself.

At this moment, Song Xuanzhi simply wanted to find a hole to bury himself. He never thought that such a small thing would still be remembered by people after so many days.

So he kept silent, lowered his neck and acted like a quail, hoping that no one would see him.

Zhong Wenchuan noticed that something was wrong with him. He watched the show calmly with a smile on his face.

But things in the world do not always go as Song Xuanzhi imagined. As if it triggered a chain reaction, a student on the right also shouted loudly as if he remembered something huge: "Yes, it's the student named Song Xuanzhi. I heard that he is from Dezhong College."

This sentence was considered real-name authentication, and it was really just short of showing his ID card. When Song Xuan heard this, his cheeks flushed with shame. The red clouds were hot, burning and stinging, making him feel very uncomfortable.

When Sheng Jinnian heard the news, an expression of extreme shock and disbelief appeared on his face. He widened his eyes, pointed at Song Xuanzhi, and said in a trembling voice: "Are they really talking about you?"

Zhong Wenchuan on the side stared at Sheng Jinnian as if he was a fool, as if saying, "Why do you only understand it now!"

Then, he turned his gaze to Meng Shuchen, who was still calm and focused on eating, and shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself, this guy is always so mature at such a young age, it's really boring.

At this time, Song Xuanzhi's heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness. He tried to make another weak rebuttal, but fate did not give him the chance to speak.

Just then, another slightly older scholar, Nian Qixing, walked in.

This Nian Qixing was the old man who wrote such wonderful plum blossom poems as "The tall flowers, like jade, shine through the late winter; a few branches broken by the snow bring on the coming of spring" in Jinling Restaurant last time.

Originally, he just came in to admire these exquisite paintings, but when he caught a glimpse of Song Xuan sitting in the elegant seat on the first floor, his face suddenly became extremely angry.

His face was filled with anger, and he pointed his finger directly at Song Xuanzhi's face, sighing continuously, "It's really an insult to society, such an insult to society!" His tone was full of condemnation and indignation towards Song Xuanzhi.

He was heard shouting angrily: "Scholars like this who have no literary backbone are a disgrace to all scholars! Shopkeeper, don't you want to do business anymore? Hurry up and drive this man out!" His voice was so loud, like a thunderclap, attracting the attention of everyone around.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was immediately panicked. He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed repeatedly to apologize, saying: "Sir, please calm down. We are open for business and it is not good to offend customers..."

However, at this moment, his face was filled with confusion and embarrassment. After all, from ancient times to the present, how could a store proactively chase customers away? This really put him in a dilemma, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was still hesitant, the old man spoke again, "Let me tell you, our Taohua County Poetry Association has already expelled this student surnamed Song from the alliance.

From now on, we will never invite him to any event held by our poetry club, and we will not attend any event that invites him!" These words were very powerful and carried great weight.

Faced with such a serious situation, the shopkeeper was helpless and finally had to do as he was told and personally go and ask the scholar named Song Xuanzhi to leave the store.

However, Meng Shuchen and others who came here with Song Xuanzhi had already angrily thrown off their sleeves one after another and left without looking back when they were first pointed at and criticized by others.

At this moment, Song Xuanzhi was standing alone outside the teahouse, looking a little lost.

He looked a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses and clenched his hands tightly. His face, which was originally quite decent, seemed to have been stripped of a layer of disguise at this moment, and there was no trace of the elegant scholar image of the past.

Instead, there was a distorted and hideous face.

There was a frightening cold light flashing in his eyes, and he muttered in a low voice: "Su Yu, Su Yu, it's all your fault, it's all your fault! Humph, let's wait and see... I will never let you go."

The voice was low and eerie, making people feel creepy.

Su Yu definitely didn’t know about these things. Even if she knew, she would just say, “You deserve it!!!”