When we arrived at the utility room, several people had already arrived here one after another. Five or six people led by the uncle of the concierge, the academy was not very big, and the students' cleaning was also very good. They only need to clean once for one ten years and clean three times a month. This is the regulation.

"Qi Fu is responsible for the teaching and working area, Wei Cheng is responsible for the book hall area, Liu Yi is responsible for the activity area, Leng Xiaobai is responsible for the school building, I am responsible for the front yard, Zheng Yuan is still another isolated area, thank you for your hard work this time."

The last sentence is to Zheng Yuan. Although each isolated area is not big, the combined area is still relatively large, at least one and a half people's workload.

"After this time, we can wait for the start of school. You have three days to clean up. Don't be lazy. The consequences of being discovered by me are very serious."

The concierge said seriously that after his serious face, everyone had the expressions you understand. The concierge had a strong sense of responsibility. However, everyone has known each other for so long and will relax in some details. However, everyone has their own consciousness and will not be lazy in these things.

“Ensure the task is completed.”

Everyone said in unison.

"Leng Xiaobai is a student of the academy. Please take care of him and don't take care of him all. After all, he is also a traitor here and cannot be treated with special treatment. Let's start working with tools."

Leng Xiaobai took his own tools and went to the school building, which was where he lived, and he was the most familiar. He was responsible for the school building, including both areas, and he had to clean it. There was no one there now, so there was no need to worry about any embarrassing things.

Leng Xiaobai is not very clear about the matter between men and women. He once asked the old beggar, but he also gave him a very harsh lesson. Since then, he rarely mentioned this matter.

Leng Xiaobai has done such things. He did not have to go to some wealthy families to do some things, but because Leng Xiaobai did too little, he drove him away not long after. In the end, he didn't even get a copper coin.

Zhong Shuda walked out of the teaching and work area and had some days to start school. The students should come back three days in advance. Some people will come back one after another in the past few days, but they did not come here to review their homework, but to go out and turn left, where are there taverns, teahouses, and flower buildings.

That's right, there are flower buildings on that street. The girls inside are all as beautiful as flowers, some with the heroic spirit unique to the north, and some are as delicate as they show their beauty.

No one in the academy will go. Even if some people use this excuse to show off their verbal powers, if the academy people don’t go, there will naturally be others going there. Moreover, there are quite a few people going there. The Daxia Dynasty did not explicitly stipulate that this industry is prohibited, which is also the reason why they are unscrupulous when they study together.

The three-day cleaning soon passed. During these three days, Leng Xiaobai read all the three books given to him by the dean. He didn't recognize many of the words, and he didn't understand more sentences very well. The only words he could write were Leng Xiaobai. He recognized more words, but he couldn't read such books normally.

There are two days left, Leng Xiaobai spent in the book hall, including the history of Qin, the history of the Taishi, and the ancient and modern times. The three books are one inch thick. This is a year's course, and it is spring. If you want to study with them, you have to make up for the courses for the first half of the year. At least the words and sentences in the book must be understood what they mean.

At noon, Leng Xiaobai returned to the school building from the book hall and placed the books he had not finished reading on his own desk. Everyone had a desk design that was very interesting, as well as a cabinet for clothes, Leng Xiaobai's two sets of student uniforms, and both sets of servile uniforms were placed inside.

On the right side of the window, the originally neat bed was in a mess, as if there was a thief in it.

Leng Xiaobai went out to see that there was no one around him who loved you. She sat on the bed and sorted out her clothes and closed the peddler's clothes. Just as she was about to go out, the door opened from outside.

"You are the new student. Hey, why are you wearing mail-man's clothes? Could it be that my school building with mail-man's servants is not enough? I will go to Dean Zhong Shuda and talk."

He is dressed in white, has a beautiful eyebrows, a decent manner, and has a straight and straight voice when speaking, which has a bachelor's charm.

Leng Xiaobai hurriedly grabbed him and explained.

"I'm not a servile mate, I'm the new student you mentioned, just a part-time servile mate."

After hearing Leng Xiaobai's words, the man looked at Leng Xiaobai with suspicion.

"Hello, my name is Xue Hua. You can ask me any questions at any time. I am the pride of heaven. Zhongwen Academy has the best genius in the first grade. Even those in the third grade may not necessarily have me and knowledge."

When talking about his fame, Xue Hua's pride was very obvious. Leng Xiaobai had seen many people like this, but it was when he was a beggar. Most of the people on the road looked like this when they saw him.

"I am Leng Xiaobai, a first-year history student, please take care of me."

Leng Xiaobai said calmly.

"History, you actually study history?"

Xue Hua was obviously surprised when he listened to Leng Xiaobai's words. In his opinion, those who like to dance and write will choose literature, those who like to study skills will choose Neo-Confucianism, and some of them have special hobbies to choose Confucianism, and not many of them choose history. However, there are still some female students who choose, and many of them like the ancients' heroes and heroes who save beauty, and those dreams of young masters who long for themselves are like this.

"Yes, is there any problem with history?"

Leng Xiaobai didn’t know why Xue Hua was so surprised, it was just that the subjects were different.

"I can't help you much when you study history. Maybe Fang Er can help you. He once studied history, but later he transferred to the classics. As for why, he didn't say."

Xue Hua raised his head and signaled that the bed on the other side of the window was Fang Er's bed.

"Fang Er, I will ask you for advice. I want to go cook. Do you want to go with me?"

Leng Xiaobai asked when he thought he was going to make lunch.

Cooking? Xue Hua doesn’t know what Leng Xiaobai means. Isn’t he a chore? Why do you have to cook? Students usually go out to eat, so how can they cook by themselves?

"Okay, I'll go with you, but I don't know what you cook, but I don't know what you do."

Leng Xiaobai walked in front and thought, how could he know that it was not delicious if you didn’t eat it? The only way to cook it yourself was in the world, how could he not taste good?

Xue Hua didn’t know what Leng Xiaobai thought. Besides what Leng Xiaobai had eaten, he made it himself. It would be very good for him to eat. What else should he care about if it tastes good?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!