The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

When he arrived at the Guozijian, it was already approaching the morning reading, and this time was the most noisy. Duan Xingyu heard the noise coming from the school before he reached the door.

"Did anything new happen in school yesterday?" A voice from inside came from across the wall, and the voice seemed careless.

Duan Xingyu swore that he definitely didn't intend to eavesdrop on the corner of the wall on purpose, he was just going to the door, just passed by here, and suddenly heard a nice voice, he was immediately attracted attention.

It sounds like the speaker should be leaning against the wall.

However, he was not so bored that he stopped to listen to someone's speech. He just listened to a sentence and then moved on, thus missing the next conversation of the person inside.

Another replied: "Nothing special, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. My elder brother said he was going to give me a surprise, but I don't know what it is." Although it was a surprise, the man spoke in a very casual tone, as if he didn't have any expectations.

"If you want to talk about something different from the past, there is one thing. It's just that a new student came. But what's the surprise?"

"Oh. New admission? Who is it?" The man seemed to just ask casually.

"A concubine of Duan Hou's family."

"Who are you talking about?" The man was lazily lying on the table, but he straightened his back after hearing these words, his voice became a little tense, "You say... who is he?"

"Second son of Duan Hou's family, the capital has been full of wind and rain these past few days. You may not know it in the palace. It is said that his appearance is unprecedented, and he is said to have excellent calligraphy talent? Isn't it just a way for those who play with pen and ink to come up with a way to entertain themselves? Is it? I don’t think it’s a big deal, it seems to be called Duan Xingyu.”

Xie Shijue suddenly looked at the person who came in from the door. It was unprecedented, but also so pleasantly surprised that he was standing at the door, his eyes met, and a string that had been tense deep in his heart seemed to be broken.

Xie Shijue was almost speechless and just stared at him blankly.

Duan Xingyu was very calm on the surface, but actually panicked inside, but couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Duan Xingyu thought about it, it would be better if Xie Shijue had a great forgetfulness and forgot everything about his childhood. If he didn't forget, then he could only smash the pot and pretend that he didn't know him.Last night, half asleep and half awake, he still thought that compared to his little life, nothing else should be too important.

The Ninth Prince is powerful and powerful, and there is no shortage of friends around him. It shouldn't be a big problem to lose him as a childhood playmate... right?

But... the way he looked at him seemed to have many complex emotions, whether it was shock, sadness or joy... Duan Xingyu quickly came to the conclusion that he hadn't forgotten.

But so what if he remembered, who would have thought that the male protagonist with a poisonous tongue and a black belly in the novel would look like a teary and pitiful little boy when he was a child?

Duan Xingyu couldn't blame Duan Xingyu for being soft-hearted at the time for his painful appearance.He was looking for a rationale for his past behavior in his heart.

No matter, just bite the bullet and go, soldiers will block you, and water will cover you.

Duan Xingyu withdrew his gaze, passed by him without looking sideways, and sat down behind him.

He raised his eyelids and took a sneak peek. The people in front did not turn their heads to look at him, but sat upright. Looking forward, he recognized the person sitting in front of the Ninth Prince. Cai Yujun introduced him to him yesterday. His son, Qiu Hongzheng, should be the one who spoke just now.

However, Duan Xingyu didn't care.

When the bell for morning reading rang, Duan Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief silently, and opened an ancient book casually.

Yaoshou is all written in ancient Chinese, which is still in traditional Chinese. Even after staying here for several years, he has always maintained a ignorant appearance. He has never read only vernacular novels, and has basically never read ancient Chinese.In this life... oh no... In his previous life, he was obsessed with mathematics, physics and chemistry, and his Chinese and English were the worst, especially classical Chinese, which could have cost him half his life.

When he opened the ancient book, he thought it would be difficult to understand, but he just read it silently, and the knowledge was imprinted in his mind.

After closing the book, he could still recall the contents of the book. He picked up the pen and wrote it down silently. He opened the book and checked it, and it was actually word for word.

He gave a strange "Huh", why did this knowledge run into his mind by itself?

He only made a small sound, which was almost negligible, but the person in front seemed to have been greatly frightened, and suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Duan Xingyu's mind was flustered, the hand holding the pen paused, and he swallowed, "Are... what's the matter?"

Right now, a little scared.

The Ninth Prince's pursed lips moved, but in the end he didn't speak. He just shook his head and turned back.

Duan Xingyu curled his lips, and after a while, he lowered his head to read the book again, but now he couldn't read it anymore.

The morning reading was finally over, but in the last few quarters of an hour, he found that the Ninth Prince turned his head to look at him no less than ten times. He was also extremely nervous, and beads of sweat kept coming out of his head.

This man wouldn't want to do something to him, would he?Could it be because he thought of the dark history with teary eyes in front of him when he was a child, felt ashamed, and wanted to kill him?

Duan Xingyu stared at the back of Xie Shijue's head and made up a big show.

"Brother Duan, what's wrong with you?" Cai Yujun who was sitting not far from him called him, "Your complexion is not very good, are you sick?"

As soon as he said this, Duan Xingyu caught a glimpse of the Ninth Prince turning to look at him again from the corner of his eye. He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, but he could only try to ignore the strong presence in his gaze.

He shook his head, "It's okay."

He thought for a while, and asked Cai Yujun again: "Are you turning sixteen this year?"

"Yeah!" Cai Yujun patted his chest and laughed, "The first day of September is my birthday, and I happen to be sixteen, otherwise I won't be able to go to school."

Duan Xingyu nodded, "Then you don't have to call me Brother Duan, just call me by my name."

Cai Yujun was a little surprised, "Are you younger than me? That's right... You don't look very old, but why would His Majesty agree to let you enter the Imperial College?"

As he said that, he quickly turned his eyes to the Ninth Prince.

Duan Xingyu just said "um", unwilling to say more, but unconsciously glanced at the person in front of him.

Cai Yujun didn't struggle, but said excitedly, "Then I'll call you Xingyu from now on?" The next second he became distressed, "No, no, this is too unfamiliar, anyway, you are younger than me... Why don't I call you Xiaoyu?"

Cai Yujun suddenly felt a chill down his back, but at this moment he was only looking at Duan Xingyu, waiting for his answer, and had no time to care about others, and he didn't notice a cold gaze falling on him.

At this moment, Lou Zhimei, who was sitting in front of him, quickly turned around and said, "Master is here."

Of course, like every time before, it was too late this time, the master had already seen it.After seeing clearly that the person he was looking at was Duan Xingyu, the master laughed even more angrily, "Cai Yujun, you can really talk to anyone!"

Cai Yujun is the one who is not afraid of arguing with Master, "Master! Duan Xingyu has just arrived, so of course I should help him a lot. Master once taught us to be kind to others. I am applying what I have learned!"

"Hmph. You'd better help yourself." The master shook the stack of papers he was holding in his hand, "You wrote the theory handed in three days ago, and you wrote it in a mess. Is this what you mean by applying what you have learned?"

"..." Cai Yujun was speechless. He was not good at homework or anything.

"Shi Jue's writing is really good, come and take it back, copy a copy and post it on the knowledge wall for everyone to learn." Jiang Fuzi's tone changed immediately when he spoke to Xie Shijue, but not just because he was the Ninth Prince , and because he is the master's favorite student, he can get first-class in all subjects.

Xie Shijue's attention seemed to be on the master, at least he didn't turn his head to look at Duan Xingyu until now after class.

Hearing this, he stood up, went to Master and took the article, "Master, there is no need to copy it, just paste this article directly."

Duan Xingyu had been looking at the master all the time. At this moment, Xie Shijue was in front of the master. When he turned around, he happened to see Duan Xingyu looking at this side, and his movements suddenly became stiff again, as if he didn't even know what to do. gone.

Duan Xingyu could clearly feel this change, and felt a little embarrassed immediately, so he lowered his head and pretended to read.

Xie Shijue came down, but he didn't rush to sit down in front of his own seat. A shadow fell on Duan Xingyu's table. He had to raise his head, meet Xie Shijue's eyes, and silently pray that he would not sit down again. What a mess.

The person in front of him bent down slightly, loosened his fingers holding the article, and placed it in front of Duan Xingyu.

Duan Xingyu looked down at the article on the table, a little dazed, he unconsciously squeezed the jade ring around his waist, the cold touch made him calmer, just about to say something, but he heard him say, "玙Son, do you want to see it?"

The overly intimate address and familiar tone are exactly the same as when he was a child, but it is unavoidably mixed with a bit of strangeness and hesitation.

Duan Xingyu raised his head abruptly, as if a crack had opened in his heart in an instant.

"Class is over, Shi Jue, sit down first." The master's voice sounded behind Xie Shijue.

Xie Shijue ignored it, just pushed the article towards him, and repeated it patiently: "I said, do you want to read it?"

Duan Xingyu clenched his fingertips tightly and regained his senses a little, "Well, it's class time now, why don't you sit down first?"

"Well. Why don't you watch it?"

"..."

It's class time now, Xie Shijue's move attracted everyone to look this way, Duan Xingyu was very helpless, pressed the paper with his slender fingers, and said, "Thank you."