Sima Duyi shrugged his eyelids and turned his head to look at the ink pool, which was as quiet as a flat mirror, and the lone fishing boat in the distance, silently.

The teacher said that he had a reserved temperament and asked him to watch everything, people and things with a cold eye, nourish his energy, nourish his heart and nourish his hope, just like he had just done in Suixing Hall.

It was very clear what the deputy mountain chief was thinking, and Sima was the only one who knew it.

It's just that he actually doesn't want to raise it...

The cold-eyed man stopped and looked in the direction of the wild geese flying south.

I heard that these mortal geese can send letters to the distant Nanxiaoyaozhou.

However, for those who look south, love is hard to write down.

"Brother Youyi is so interested."

Yang Wuwei smiled, walked from behind Sima Duyi, and stood side by side with him.

This elegant young man gently closed his eyes and looked at the horizon, where the wild geese were returning south.

"Why do you, a busy person on weekdays, want to come to Mochi Academy to enjoy the scenery today?"

Sima Duyi said in a calm voice, "Brother Wuwei seems to be quite free, so he came here too."

He turned and stared at Yang Wuwei's side face, "How about I go talk to the teacher and find you something else to do?"

Yang Wuwei opened his narrowed eyes and shook his head with a smile.

"I have no time. I am studying history on the seventh floor and I am almost busy. If I hadn't happened to see something interesting, I would have come to meet an interesting junior brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Sima Dudu.

"Brother Youyi, shouldn't he have any issues with Junior Brother Ziyu?"

Sima Duyi glanced at Yang Wuwei's face, which looked like a smile but not a smile.

The cold-eyed man shook his head slightly, turned around and left.

Yang Wuwei stood there for a while and looked at his back, smiled, and started to walk away, but suddenly stopped.

In the field of vision, Sima Duyi in front of him had no idea when he got up. He stood still and turned his head to look in a certain direction outside the corridor, motionless.

Yang Wuwei lowered the corners of his mouth and followed his gaze.

Not far away, I saw someone dressed in purple, breaking into the Mochi Academy and walking towards them on the corridor.

Take a closer look.

It's a woman in purple.

She has a slim figure and a light body.

A pair of long and narrow eyes with a cold look are impressive.

And under the left eye, I don't know whether it was a slight touch of ink or whether it was completely natural, but there was a plain tear-colored mole, which was very moving.

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The deserted woman in purple clothes had already come close to the two of them.

She seemed to be aware of their gazes, but she ignored them and walked straight past them.

After taking a few light steps forward, the deserted woman seemed to look around at the huge Mochi Academy. Then she suddenly turned around and came back to Yang Wuwei and Sima Duyi.

The deserted woman Pingting stood in a lotus position, her eyes sweeping over the two of them.

Crisp voice and polite tone.

"Excuse me, does anyone know how to get to Suixingtang?"

Sima looked at her alone and said nothing.

Yang Wuwei glanced at his silent companion, took a step forward with a smile, and suddenly asked: "Are you here to see Zhao Ziyu too?"

Upon hearing his name, the deserted woman's pink cheeks slightly sunken into two shallow smiles.

In an instant, he restrained his cold temperament, and his laughter lit up the wind around him.

"Do you know my husband?"
Chapter completed!