The story started from the Nantang in Qingfeng Pavilion, one of the four major sects in Jianghu.
Zhao Jun, the elder hall leader, sat on the main seat in the lobby, and the disciples sat and stood on both sides. It's very simple. Those who have a good relationship with the hall leader - sit, and those who have a distant relationship - stand. Of course, there are some special people. Su Ziye was kneeling in the middle of the lobby.
"Su Ziye, do you know that you are wrong?" The hall master glared and blew his beard. It was as if Huang Shiren was still alive. He just said that it is New Year's Eve and you should pay the debt you owe.
"Disciple realizes his mistake." Su Ziye raised his head and looked at the hall master. The faint heroic spirit between his brows still couldn't hide the childish look on his face. In fact, most people call this a brat.
If Su Ziye made any mistakes, it was that he engaged in hand-making and gave the works to several senior sisters to express his feelings. It's just that what he made is not very popular with lesbians - simulated mice. Later, according to Comrade Su Ziye's senior sister, what the rat did was ingenious and lifelike. Afterwards, according to what the old man, the head of the Nantang Hall, said, the sharp soprano kept echoing in his ears for several days.
"Starting today, I will clean the toilet for a month. The meeting is over." The hall leader stroked his beard and said, "Su Ziye, come to my room."
Su Ziye stood up and walked to the hall master's room while praying in his heart that the time of being criticized would be shorter this time.