In the corridor, there were many students leaning against the railings, playing with the accumulated snow.
Crystal and transparent, like goose feathers.
The world is white, and the trees on the campus are slightly deformed by the snow.
Opposite, Liu Bing happened to be there too.
Raise his hand and waved at him.
Qin Jun is a liberal arts subject and Liu Bing is a science subject, and is not in the same teaching building.
“biu…”
However, at this moment, Luo Xian’er was only seen walking over and poking Qin Jun’s face with his fingers.
A cool feeling suddenly came, and when I looked again, I realized that she had poked some snow.
“Hehe! Is it cold?”
Qin Jun looked at the opposite side again and found that Liu Bing had left…
“Look, this snow is so beautiful.”
“The snowflakes are just solid precipitation that the water vapor in the sky passes through the condensed radiant, nothing is beautiful.”
Luo Xian’er immediately pouted and said helplessly: “You really don’t know romance at all.”
“What is romance, can you eat it?”
“…”
Lin Yihan stood beside him, smiling as he leaned back and forth.
People who are unfamiliar may think that Qin Jun is joking, but in fact he is serious…
It just so happened that an old man who had met once came from a distance.
He smiled and greeted Qin Jun, “My friend Qin, we’re meeting again.”
I met Zhao Rui’an before when Luo Chen said he wanted to become a disciple.
At the same time, he is also the current director of the National Museum!
However, Qin Jun seemed to have not seen it, and returned to the classroom and sat down.
Luo Xian’er blinked, said hello to Zhao Rui’an, and hurried back.
“Old Zhao, which student do you know?”
The other four were all considered Zhao Rui’an’s students, but they were all in their sixties and their hair was much whiter.
“Do you remember the word I showed you last time?”
“Of course, although it is just one word, it is extremely vivid and powerful, and it must be the hand of the master Ouyang Xun!”
“No, no, no, it is clearly the hand of the master Chu Kunpeng!”
These old men were all talking, while Zhao Rui’an shook his head with a wry smile and pointed at Qin Jun, “Actually, it was written by him.”
“How is that possible?”
“He is just a high school student. I won’t say that it is impossible for such an experienced pen to be able to have such a skillful pen., that momentum is impossible to write without decades of skill. “
Zhao Rui’an sighed, “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, how could I speak nonsense? “
He had to read the word “Emperor” several times every day, and the more he read it, the more surprised he felt. Is this kind of pen really written by a high school student?
…
This class is Kang Cheng’s history class, while Zhao Rui’an and others came here to listen.
As it was an audience, Zhao Rui’an wanted to meet Qin Jun for a while.
Because it will take two days to be a history competition, and then several people will go to Jiangshui City.
The first person to be hit is naturally Qin Jun.
In the classroom, all the students are extremely quiet.
The principal is sitting here, who dares to be arrogant?!
Those who came to listen to this time were all Taishan Beidou in the Chinese historical circle, especially Zhao Rui’an, who is also the director of the National Museum!