I don't have a strategy for quick time travel

In the south of the Yangtze River in spring and summer, before the rainy season comes, there are singing and dancing.There are bursts of music and songs floating from the boathouse, which is euphemistic and pleasant, and it is the singer of the harmony, which sounds a little weird.

Can it not be weird?A brat who has never sung deadlifts before.

On the bank of the river, there is a hole in the low thatched hut, and there is a red carpet, and everyone sits around.They were said to be everyone, but in fact they were all teenage martial arts students. They all wore uniform white sleeveless shorts and cyan practice uniforms, with no hair on their foreheads, neat and vigorous.But the child in the middle of the red carpet was sleepy, cleared his throat, blushed and walked aside with his head down.

An extremely handsome and eye-catching young man in the crowd smiled and followed the man until he disappeared behind the door panel.

"Okay, everything is tidy, and we will be at the training ground at noon." The young man in Shaoqing restrained his smile, ordered in a rather calm tone, and then stood up from the crowd sitting on the ground first.The boy next to him fawned over his clothes, but he blocked it calmly.

"Liu Rufeng!"

The young man turned his head, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes bright and his teeth bright.

"Uh." At the door was a dark boy in the same attire who was stunned for some reason and forgot to say anything.

"Huh?" Liu Rufeng raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, Master is calling you." The dark boy said shyly when he remembered.

This year's martial arts test is quite an exception. Not to mention that it was postponed, an additional literary test was added, but the literary test cannot be included in the military test.I heard that it was the second prince who made a moth, which worried many people.

Under the training ground, Han Qianjun was in a daze, and was pushed from the front row to the back row without knowing it.He was worried, not because of the heated martial arts test discussed by the people below, but because of his father's letter a few days ago, saying that maybe he could be elected as a bodyguard without the martial arts test, which didn't seem like something his father would say.

"May I let it go?"

Han Qianjun came back to his senses and found that there was a young boy standing on the left side, his face was wrapped in a strange way, and his eyes were exposed looking at him.

"Sorry." He said, then gave way a little, and the boy lowered his head and squeezed past.However, after the young man left, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen those eyebrows somewhere.

Zhuo Zhuo finally squeezed out of the crowd, ran to the open space and pulled off the cloth covering his face, breathing heavily, his face flushed abnormally as if he had held his breath for a long time.

It was too risky just now, he was just trying to earn some money to pay for his essays and poems, whoever talked about it actually angered the shop owner, fortunately, some righteous people came to his rescue, otherwise he would probably be dragged to the county government now.

Breathing became calmer, flushing subsided slightly, and the itching and pain on the face became more painful.Zhuo Zhuo endured, and wrapped the cloth around again.Alas, the climate in the south of the Yangtze River.

There was a loud cheer from the crowd.

Zhuo Zhuo glanced at it, and found that the previous game ended, and a new boy came up.The face can't be seen clearly, but it looks very popular.Zhuo Zhuo didn't care too much, how could these beatings and killings be as interesting as the long-lost precious jade?That's real money.

But why does that yellow-clothed man outside the arena look familiar?Could it be the righteous man who just rescued him?

As soon as Zhuo Zhuo frowned, the teenagers on the stage had already picked their opponents, and the crowd erupted again, but it was replaced by booing.Zhuo Zhuo saw the yellow-clothed figure wave his hands, and a short man bent into a shrimp came out from an inconspicuous place. The man listened to the yellow-clothed man's order and nodded as if smashing garlic, looking like a slave.

Cut, it turned out that he was just a dude.

Zhuo Zhuo straightened his luggage and didn't want to worry about whether or not to get acquainted with the righteous man, he shook his head and walked towards the other side of the bridge.

"Find out the details of those two people."

"Yes." The short man didn't dare to lift his head, and wanted to leave as if he was in a hurry to urinate after hearing this.

"Also, buy that store."

"Yes Yes."

The winner or loser on the stage has been divided, and the crowd is either proud or disappointed, and the noise is endless.

In the south of the Yangtze River in spring and summer, there are singing and dancing in the distance.In the breeze, the man in yellow has a pair of deep and focused eyes, and his clothes are fluttering.