I raised 100 villain brothers

Chapter 187 I Will Really Tempt Humans 15 ([-] in [-])

Shen Si stood behind it and took a look, then turned around and continued to read the book, but soon, he heard the little white fox sigh deeply amidst the cold wind blowing.

[The progress of the host becoming a monster into a human: 99/100]

"Brother monk, is this really all there is?" The little white fox paced to the desk, his tone sounding pitiful.

Shen Si moved his eyes from the scroll to it, "Indeed, there are only these. The servant who went to pick them said that he has searched several mountains. If it is cold today, this kind of flower will not be until early autumn next year."

"Do I have to wait half a year?" The little fox asked the system melancholy.

System: "Don't worry, this little white flower was originally set just to facilitate the host's healing and recovery of the demon body."

"In addition to them, the aura on the precious medicinal materials can also assist the host to transform, but compared to the small white flowers that grow every autumn, those precious medicinal materials are rarer."

The little fox nodded his head, then raised his head immediately, and told the young man beside him very seriously, "I need to make up my body!"

"Ok?"

"Bring me something to eat in the future. If there is any tonic for the old lady and old man, can you also quietly scoop me a spoonful? Please, I will not stick to you when I grow up!"

Hearing its childish and pleading voice, Shen Si couldn't help laughing, and nodded lightly to it, "Okay."

It's the end.

The afternoon homework of the Shen Family Private School is about to start, and the little fox lying on the pillow sees the boy in a gray fur.

His face was as white as jade, and there was still a trace of Buddha in his eyebrows and eyes among the thick, gray and black long hair on his shoulders.

Long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the curve of the deep lips is extremely beautiful, and the smooth jaw has a slight sense of thinness unique to teenagers.

He had already started to grow his hair, and the black hair did not reach his shoulders, so he couldn't wear a crown like an ordinary boy, so he had to fall on the side of his neck at will.

The young man was born with an aura that was different from his peers, even if he turned his eyebrows or raised his head to look at the window, he was still in the clear, with a bit of subconsciously captivating.

Bai Luo couldn't help being puzzled, how those teenagers in the private school who loved to oppose him managed to bully him.

She stood up on the pillow, jumped off the grand master's chair, and walked to Shen Si's feet, grabbing his skirt with her little paws.

"I'm getting moldy from staying in the house all day, can you let me hide in your cloak and watch you go to school secretly?"

"I'll hide mine!"

"I will never run out to scare humans!"

Hearing the words, the boy who was about to step out of the room leaned over and gently moved its little paw away, but said indifferently: "No."

"Stay in the house obediently."

"Humph"

The little fox sat in front of the door, watching the figure of the young man leave through the door with a gap.

She planned to sneak to the private school to have a look.

Taking advantage of Shen Si's not going far away, he jumped out of the window, onto the eaves, and followed him quietly.

The private school was built on a pavilion next to the backyard.

There is a layer of bamboo curtains hanging around, and the snow-colored scene outside the pavilion faintly passes through the bamboo curtains, so as not to disturb the young masters and ladies studying, so there are very few servants guarding here, and the environment has always been quiet.

In the private school, there are more than [-] low pear wood desks, cushions, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and several charcoal basins.

For a while, the pen and ink are fragrant and elegant.

The first boy who came to the private school was Shen Si.

He sat down beside the bamboo curtain in the far corner of the private school, where he usually likes to stay still, put the book in his hand on the desk in front of him, and flipped through the pages with his slender, white fingertips.

Alone in the silence, he gently opened his thin lips and recited a few slightly unfamiliar poems in a low voice.

Soon.

There was a sound of playfulness outside the private school.

A few teenagers, all wearing luxurious cloaks, came in the sparse snow. When they saw a figure sitting behind the bamboo curtain, they laughed and whispered.

"That Shen Si, who comes to the private school from dawn to dusk all day long, doesn't he really think that he can get fame?"

"Just him?"

"I heard that he stayed in the monastery since he was a child. He is only a monk who can only read scriptures, and he looks very weak."

"I guess he has never even touched riding and shooting, let alone wielding a knife and a gun. He can only read and pretend."

"But don't underestimate him, I heard that the old lady of the Shen family dotes on him the most now, even Shen Changhuai in the past is not as good as him!"

These young men were crossing their shoulders, when coincidentally, several other figures came from the pavilion at the same time.

Shen Changhuai, whom they had just mentioned, was standing among several figures.

Shen Changhuai had a dark face, and was usually ridiculed behind the back by the favored teenagers of the Xu family, but now he ran into them criticizing him face to face, and his mood was even more self-evident.

"Xu Mao, Xu Ziqing."

"What are you talking about about me?"

"When you come to our Shen family private school, you should know some rules, otherwise, don't blame me for telling my uncle and telling Mr. Xu about this matter."

Seeing Shen Changhuai's temper, Xu Mao and Xu Ziqing were enjoying watching the show, and walked up to him with smiles, first apologized a few words, and then started to provoke.

"Brother Chang Huai, don't be angry. We have known each other since we were young, and we even played in mud together. How could we slander you behind your back?"

"That's it!"

"We're talking about the new Shen Si from your Shen family. He usually just doesn't say hello when he sees us, but when he sees you, Brother Shen, he never calls you cousin."

"Brother Chang Huai, we brothers are arguing for you!"

"I heard that your old Mrs. Shen treats Shen Si better than you now. We brothers don't believe it, but seeing him being so arrogant to you these days, is it true?"

"Enough." Shen Chang interrupted them in a deep voice.

His face, with a frown between his brows, seemed calm and unruffled.

"Shen Si is the son of my uncle, he is the son of the Shen family, even if the elders of the family dote on him, he will be rude to me"

At the end, Shen Changhuai couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes swept across the bamboo curtain with dissatisfaction and resentment.

Xu Mao and Xu Ziqing gave each other a look, and the two began to act like monsters:

"Brother Chang Huai's words are wrong!"

"It's just that other people don't know. Could it be that our Xu family can't see it too? Mrs. Shen and Mr. Shen have been married for decades, and Mr. Shen took Shen Si back as a cover for the sake of..."

"But no one with a discerning eye would know that you are the legitimate eldest son of the Shen family, Brother Chang Huai. You are full of knowledge and proficient in martial arts. Old Shen Furen loved you so much in the past!"

"If that boy Shen Si hadn't intervened, you would have inherited the entire Shen family business in the future."

"Brother Chang Huai, don't give up the huge Shen family to a kid who appeared out of nowhere!"

Shen Changhuai was instigated by the two surrounded by ears, "."

Even though he knew that they wanted to see the good show between him and Shen Si, what the two Xu family brothers said was not unreasonable, and his resentment towards Shen Si planted the seeds for a while.

The private school was full of young queens.

The incense table with a porcelain vase of jade plums in the front was purposely left out, and a few book tables on the side were also neatly empty.

The cold wind rolled the bamboo curtains thinly.

In the wind, there is a faint fragrance of makeup and powder from the girl's body. The fragrance is so beautiful that a group of teenagers can't help but calm down at this moment, yearning for those who are about to enter the private school.

A few slender figures outside the bamboo curtain came late, and several pretty girls surrounded Xu Zhiyao, who had the most outstanding appearance and temperament.

One of the girls laughed softly:
"I think Elder Sister Xu is more useful than the gentlemen when she comes here. Every time she doesn't step in, those who love to make noise inside are silent. They don't dare to say a word, for fear of disturbing the beauties."

Xu Zhiyao cast a coquettish look at her, "Sister, don't talk nonsense anymore, if someone overhears you, you will make fun of me."

The girl smiled obediently and stopped talking, but another girl on the side stepped forward to tease her.

"Sister Xu used to be noisy and didn't like going to private schools to attend classes. Not only did she come today, but she also put on a lot of makeup. They all said that women are for the appearance of pleasing themselves. I don't know who it is for?"

Xu Zhiyao nodded slightly, covering the blush on her face with silk.

Seeing a few teenagers poking their heads out from the private school, they hastily stopped the girl next to them from continuing, "Stop making trouble."

A coquettish voice made the young Lang of the Shen family and the Zheng family feel excited. Xu Zhiyao, whom he seldom sees on weekdays,
Right now.

In the entire private school, only the boy sitting in the last corner of the curtain looked calm, still concentrating on a line in the book.

Xu Zhiyao quickly found the place where Shen Si was sitting under the astonishing eyes of the teenagers. After suppressing the panic in her heart, she moved lightly with lotus steps, and slowly approached his direction.

In the astonishment of the boys and girls around her, she turned to Shen Changhuai who was sitting next to Shen Si.

Shen Changhuai saw the longing girl standing in front of him, and asked himself tenderly.

"Cousin, would you like to change seats with Zhiyao?"

"Uh"

He stood up hastily in a daze, extremely embarrassed, his eyes didn't know whether to look at her or his own feet, so he nodded in haste.

"I know sister Yao, please go ahead."

"Thank you cousin."

"." Shen Changhuai hated his embarrassment and timidity in his heart, so he could only move away with palpitations about the girl.

My mind was being intertwined with sweetness and bitterness, when I heard that girl's extremely beautiful voice sounded from behind again.

"Cousin?"

"Cousin Shen Si?"

"Zhiyao hasn't seen you for several months. Last time I heard Mrs. Shen say that my cousin likes to read history collections. Zhiyao once did not long ago."

Shen Changhuai's eyes were almost dim, and his heart stopped for a moment.

If there is no Shen Si, everything will go well for him, right?

Among the two gentlemen that Shen Yan invited for Shen Si, one of them, Mr. Yao, gave a very good lecture, so Shen, Zheng and Xu's family paid a lot of money, please come back and stay in Shen's private school.

Mr. Yao is extremely fair in class.

No matter if it is a son from a concubine or a son from a concubine, even if it is a question from a young lady who has just entered school, he will answer it carefully and without discrimination.

In the past few days, I have been teaching in a private school.

He then discovered that Shen Si had become extraordinarily silent over the years, and had never liked to show his edge. When teaching, he caught sight of some unprogressive teenagers deliberately teasing Shen Si.
Mr. Yao originally wanted to stop him, but he saw that the young man sitting in front of the bamboo curtain had eyes as still as still water, and looking at those non-aggressive young men was like watching toads jumping around by the river.

Mr. Yao shook his head involuntarily, laughed, and followed Shen Si's wishes, never asking him to get up to answer during lectures.

But the other teenagers in the private school thought that Shen Si was not liked by the master, presumably the husband knew that he was a rotten piece of wood that Mr. Shen picked up by luck and could not be carved.

The teenagers tacitly remembered that Shen Si wrote a birthday speech for Mrs. Shen a few months ago.

Started whispering privately in class.

"It must have been made by some poor scholar he paid for."

"Yes, Shen Si has only been in Shen's residence for a long time. Even if a gentleman taught him to read before, it is impossible for him to write poems so quickly, and he can write poems so quickly that he won applause from all the halls, right?"

"His thoughts are really not simple. In order to please Mrs. Shen, he dared to do so. Brother Chang Huai, you have to teach Shen Si a lesson and let him see your true talents."

Shen Changhuai: "."

Xu Zhiyao couldn't help but frowned when she heard those nasty comments, and looked at the boy beside her with concern.

It can be seen that he is still sitting in the breeze blowing in through the bamboo curtain, with broken hair hanging down his forehead, his side face with long eyelashes like wings, and his thin lips pursed lightly, as if he is contemplating the contents of the book.

The boy in the front seat turned around and took away his inkstone.

Seeing that he was unmoved, he reached out and took away a few brushes hanging on the case until the teacher arranged the questions in front.

The boy turned around, smiled and said to Shen Si:
"beg me."

"I'll return the pen and inkstone to you, otherwise you, a monk who has no ink in your belly, will have to be called up to compose poems impromptu."

In Shen Si's eyes, he moved away from the scroll, as if he didn't want to waste any time on the young man, he glanced at him lightly, then continued to lower his eyes, flipping the pages of the book with his fingertips, "Give it back to me."

Boy: "I won't give it!"

Shen Si: "Forget it, if you don't give it, you won't give it."

juvenile:"?"

Seeing that he was ignoring him, the boy couldn't help being a little angry. He touched his nose, turned his head and finished writing a poem, and then turned his head to pay attention to him.

"Is there anyone who can write poems without pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" Mr. Yao asked with a smile in front of him.

"Okay, Shen Changhuai, tell me."

Seeing Shen Changhuai standing in front of the case, the young man rolled his eyes. After Shen Changhuai finished his poem, he immediately got up and shouted, "Mr. Yao, Shen Si wants it too! He said he wants to compete with Brother Chang Huai!"

The private school suddenly fell into silence.

Then there were a few chuckles of patience, and the teenagers cast their eyes on Shen Si to watch the show.

Mr. Yao was slightly surprised, looked at the quiet young man who was farthest away from him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shen Si, you?"

The boy stood up in the snow through the bamboo curtain, and said in a clear and innocent voice: "I didn't say that."

Xu Mao and Xu Ziqing both came to speak out:
"Isn't it cowardly?"

"Shen Si, that's what you said. I heard it just now. You also said that Brother Chang Huai's poems are just like that."

"Yes, I heard that too!"

"."

Shen Si's dark pupils moved to the end of his eyes, looking at the two of them lightly, "I'm afraid that you two are haunted by evil spirits? Therefore, your ears are not clean, and you repeat all the nonsense from your mouth."

His face with a tinge of Buddha's air was so serious that Xu Mao and Xu Ziqing felt stuck in their throats, and finally said angrily:

"You are not clean!"

"Everyone, stop arguing. Mr. is teaching, so what's the proper way to argue so loudly?"

Shen Changhuai, who had just finished writing the poem, stood up and looked at Shen Si, with dark thoughts flashing unconsciously in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)