After wearing a book, I was forced to marry by the villain

No matter how bad Li Ji's attitude towards him was, Chen Yuan tried his best to express his understanding. When a bowl of Laba porridge was smashed, he boiled a big pot and carried over a dozen bowls for Li Ji to smash.

Li Ji: "..."

"Smash, smash, smash it all." Chen Yuan pushed a bowl over, "Don't worry, it's not from the Academy, so don't worry about being punished."

Li Ji stared intently at the steaming Laba porridge in front of him. After a long time, he took a spoon and drank it slowly.

Chen Yuan originally thought about it, if the little hedgehog really smashed the whole pot of porridge, he would go all out and get angry with him. Even CP can't be so angry with him.

But when he saw Li Ji drinking porridge with a cold face, there was a bit of grievance in his expression, as if he had bullied him, the anger he had accumulated earlier was gone somehow, and he asked a very spineless sentence: "tasty?"

Li Ji didn't talk to him, and after eating a bowl, he raised his eyes to look at him: "The porridge is finished, can you go?"

For a moment, Chen Yuan thought of teasing him, and nuzzled at the remaining porridge on the table: "It's not much."

"You..." Li Ji's eyes widened, he was dumbfounded, and angrily called out Ah Ye.

Chen Yuan immediately frowned, and was thrown out by A Yelian's people with all the pots and bowls after a while.

Shi Jian, who was waiting at the door, asked, "Do you need me?"

Chen Yuan squinted at him: "Clean up the floor."

"Cousin." Li Geng rested his chin and said old-fashionedly: "Second brother doesn't want to see you at all, and you always run to him. Isn't this looking for anger?"

"What do children know!" Chen Yuan dipped his brush and concentrated on writing.

Li Geng glanced at it, and almost slipped off the chair: "Cousin, your handwriting is not as good as my seventh brother's."

"How old is your brother?" Chen Yuan wrote earnestly. It is true that calligraphy cannot be written overnight.

"Two years old."

Chen Yuan: "..."

The paper on the table was crumpled into balls and thrown into the bamboo basket. Chen Yuan strode out of the room and slammed on the door of Li Ji's room.

Li Ji did not give him a good look in retaliation, but he is not cheap.

"Open the door and discuss the next year-end assessment. The dean said that if I pass all the year-end assessments, I will change teams."

The door opened, and it was Yan who was staring at the murderous face.

Chen Yuan reached out and shook his eyes, but before he could withdraw, his wrist was caught.

"Our little master said that I will teach you how to archery."

"You?" Chen Yuan frowned, suspicious.

"Do you think I'm blind or doubt my ability?"

"This," Chen Yuan sighed, "thank you, I have Shi Jian..."

Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was clenched, and Ah Yan's face sank: "I am more suitable to teach you than him."

Chen Yuan was even more speechless in his heart, and tried hard to withdraw it, but failed.

A frightening light shone in Ah Yan's hollow eyes, and she pressed Shi Jian's fist with one hand.

"You think I can't beat you?" Shi Jian's eyes sparkled with excitement. Fighting is his favorite.

Ah Yan let go of her hand and stepped back.

Li Ji came out, casually and indifferently: "It's not long before the exam, if you don't have someone to teach you, you won't pass the exam even if you get gray hair." He looked directly at Chen Yuan: "My people, teaching you is more than enough .”

"I admit he has a keen sense of hearing, but he can shoot arrows..." Chen Yuan hesitated to speak.

There was a sneer on Li Ji's lips: "He who can't see is better than what you can see."

Chen Yuan frowned, he really has a poisonous tongue at such a young age.

In the end, Chen Yuan compromised, and the top priority was to get out of the bitter sea early in the year-end assessment.

A Ye and Shi Jian are in charge of the sword and ax respectively, A Mu is in charge of the spear, wooden warehouse and halberd, A Tian is in charge of the whip, and A Yan is in charge of the bow and arrow.

"Look carefully." Ayan pulled the bow, the depths of his eyes lit up, and he saw the arrow leave the string and hit the bull's-eye.

Then he looked at Chen Yuan and paused every word: "Maybe teach?"

Chen Yuan applauded: "Yes, Teacher Ah Yan."

Aye played with a long knife and a sword, Amu played with a long spear, Chen Yuanzhi shouted handsomely, and Adian's whip was beautifully swung.

Chen Yuan was convinced, and asked: "Who will teach boxing kung fu and poetry and poetry?"

At some point, Li Ji stood in front of him: "Me."

Chen Yuan: "..."

There are not too few courses in the academy, but because the students are excellent and easy to learn, there is still a lot of spare time.

Of course, Chen Yuan was not among the outstanding students. He came from the 21st century. Apart from reading and writing, he couldn't ride a horse, shoot an arrow, dance a knife or a gun.

Now, in order to be separated from Li Ji, I endured it, and spent all my spare time every day practicing, over and over again, endlessly.

After living for 18 years, Chen Yuan knew for the first time that he also had such a time to go all out.

It was also the first time that he knew that his temper was so good.

For example, at this moment, Li Ji tore up ten sheets of his poems, but he was not angry at all.

"You're not writing poetry, it's just nonsense." Li Ji mercilessly demoted Chen Yuan to nothing.

Chen Yuan threw away the brush, lay down on the soft couch, and gave up on himself: "If you can't do it, you just can't do it, and you won't be able to do it no matter how much you scold."

"Don't think about making progress." Li Ji cursed angrily, got up and wanted to leave, but Chen Yuan pressed the corner of his clothes, and he turned his head and stared: "Get up."

Chen Yuan said like a rascal: "If you can't afford it, you can't afford it."

"..." Li Ji couldn't bear it any longer, drew out his dagger, cut off the corner of his clothes, got up and strode towards the door.

"The lights in front of the mountain are like dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain. There are several villages within the sound of partridges, and old friends in Xiaoxiang..."

Li Ji's footsteps stopped, and he turned to look at him, his face full of shock.

Chen Yuan walked up to him, and continued to recite: "Waving the feather fan, trimming the lun scarf, the young saddle horse dust. Now haggard and chasing souls, Confucian crowns often miss their bodies."

The light in Li Ji's eyes made Chen Yuan feel guilty, and asked softly, "How about this poem?"

After finishing speaking, I felt very sorry: Mr. Xin Qiji, I'm sorry, I'll use your poem to pretend to be a force.

"Xin Qiji's poems are used with peace of mind." Li Ji's immature face was full of contempt.

Chen Yuan frowned, isn't the novel superficial, how does the little hedgehog even know about Xin Qiji!

"There is this poem hanging in the dean's study." Li Ji looked at him, and smiled lightly, "Hurry up and go back and continue."

Chen Yuan: "..."