Volume 1 Chapter 0061 Pancakes and Patches
After beating Men Saner again, Nan Yi also welcomed the start of school.
A white shirt with a frayed collar, a pair of Dacron pants with enough patches to make a piece of clothing for Nan Ruoyin, and a pair of Liberation shoes that never changed.
Nan Yi got a vegetarian dish in the cafeteria, got a bowl of free soup, and found an empty seat to sit down.
After sitting for a while, another person sat down opposite him.
"Hello, Nan Yi, my name is Xu Feiyang, and my nickname is Pancake."
Nan Yi stretched out his hand and shook the other person's hand. "Hello, Jianbing. My name is Bandit Patches."
"Would you like to try some of my pancakes?"
"Rest now. I want my teeth to serve me for a few more years."
"That's because you're not used to it. I've been eating pancakes since I was a kid, and my teeth have been honed to be as hard as steel."
As Xu Feiyang spoke, he tore off a piece of the pancake with his mouth.
"I can't compare with you. You just eat pancakes with soup every day, but your hair never stops growing. Do you know Lu Zhishen?"
"No, please compare Wu Song and me, thank you."
"No , either Lu Zhishen or Deng Yuanjue, it's up to you."
"That's still Deng Yuanjue."
"Okay, I'll call you Baoguang Pancake from now on."
"No, don't change it, just call me Baoguang Tathagata."
"The Tathagata is too big for you to bear."
"Then just drop all the modifiers and just call me pancake, thank you."
"As you wish, but you can't just call me Patch. Please call me Patch Handsome when we meet next time. Thank you."
"I'm too embarrassed to say it."
Nan Yi: "It's insulting."
"Wait for me for a moment. I'll go get a bowl of soup and come back to chat with you."
Xu Feiyang walked to the soup area, got a pot of soup, gulped down the whole pot, then filled his cup and walked back.
"That Eryezi [the one without balls] makes me want to call him every time I see him." Xu Feiyang muttered as he came back and sat down.
Nan Yi didn't even need to look back. The only person in the school who was so hated was Chen Zheng.
This grandson wanted to go abroad, but was suppressed by Zhao Zhixu. A young bud like Chen Zheng might be able to fool Zhao Yu, but there is no way he could fool an old fox like Zhao Zhixu.
"Jealous?"
"Why should I be jealous? I just feel sorry for Zhao Yu." Xu Feiyang was anxious, and the word "I" that he had changed long ago came out.
"Oh." Nan Yi asked with a playful look on his face, "Do you like solid ones?"
"It's good to be solid, so it can withstand hammers [fists]."
"You're looking for a wife to fight?"
"No, I won't. How can I hit my wife? But I have to fight back when she hits me. When my mother gets angry, she chases my father around the yard, and the rolling pin whizzes. I have a bad temper. If my wife hits me, I have to fight back. If I am not strong enough, I will not be able to withstand my blow."
"Oh, I see. Do you like Zhao Yu?"
"like."
Xu Feiyang did not hide anything and admitted it generously.
"You have a very discerning taste."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"That's not what I meant. Calm yourself down first."
"I am at peace."
When Nan Yi heard that Xu Feiyang was able to control himself and say "I", he knew that his heart was not beating wildly.
"Well, I'll tell you what I mean. Zhao Yudu has been captured by someone, so don't think about her anymore. She's not the only one in the world who is really strong. I saw one last time. She was at least 240, very strong, and you might not be able to shake her."
"where from?"
"The guy who makes breakfast in the restaurant seems to be your guy."
"No, I want to find someone who is educated and has a common language with me."
"Wow, that's quite a high requirement."
"Of course, I'm the descendant of a celebrity."
Nan Yi asked in a playful tone, "You wouldn't say that your ancestors were from the Ying family and Xu clan, descendants of King Xu Yan?"
"You know that, too. Yes, I am the direct descendant of King Xu Yan. If the Xu Kingdom had not been destroyed, I would be Crown Prince Feiyang now."
"What a coincidence! My ancestors' surname is Ji, and my direct ancestor is Ji Man. My original name should be Ji Miexu."
"That's great. I can seek your revenge for the destruction of my country."
"Success or failure is nothing, Prince Feiyang, what do you do at home? Herding cattle or harvesting wheat?"
"Make straw sandals."
"Oh? What a coincidence! I'm a butcher in the countryside and can kill three or five pigs a day. There's a maple tree in front of the Russian building. Why don't we go there and become sworn father and son? I'll call you son and you'll call me foster father?"
"You bastard, you're taking advantage of me."
"Your uncle, you were the one who had bad intentions first, okay? And you're selling straw sandals, I can't kill you."
"You are just a stick, I will give you a hand."
“Hahaha, I can’t hide it anymore, I can’t hide it anymore. I’m Nan Yi, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and I’m under the tutelage of Gautama Siddhartha. May I ask for your advice?” Nan Yi stood up and clasped his fists and said.
"Okay, okay, I'm Xu Feiyang from Wudang, and my teacher is Li Dan."
"I've heard a lot about you."
"Nice to meet you!"
"My dear nephew Feiyang, come, drink this bowl of soup. From now on, whenever you encounter trouble in the capital, just report your uncle's name." Nan Yi said, holding up the enamel pot containing the soup.
"Okay, my dear grandson, I will definitely take care of you in the capital from now on."
"Hahaha!"
Nan Yi and Xu Feiyang both burst into laughter.
Xu Feiyang: "Twenty-one, birthday is the first day of the first lunar month."
"There is no order of learning, the one who is more accomplished is the teacher. My grades are better than yours, so I call you brother. However, I am a humble person, so I will humble myself and call you pancake instead of brother. What do you think?"
"Okay, Patch."
“Pancakes.”
"patch."
Xu Feiyang picked up the enamel pot of soup and said, "The evening clouds have all disappeared, leaving the cold and chilly air. The Milky Way silently turns like a jade plate. Let's finish this bowl of soup."
"Everyone raises a son hoping he will be smart, but I have been misled by my intelligence all my life. I only hope that my child will be stupid and rude, but will become an official without any disaster. Okay, let's do it."
The two of them gulped down the free soup. Xu Feiyang wiped his mouth and said, "You and I are equals. I am not older than you, and you are not younger. You can't stand being taken advantage of. I recited the lyrics that Su Dongpo wrote for Su Che, and you sang the poems he wrote for his two sons. If you don't take advantage of me, how can you not accept it?"
"You hold the ruler, I hold the yardstick. An inch longer is an inch stronger."
"Are you sure you don't want to eat my pancakes?"
"I'd rather eat Guanyin soil."
"It seems that you really don't like me, not that you look down on me."
"Why should I look down on you? If you can carry a sack of pancakes to school, how can your family be so poor? And don't say that the whole team collected those pancakes for you. That can only fool others.
The first time I saw you, I guessed that your family was not poor. From your size and the rosy complexion, I could tell that you had never been hungry and had good food and drink at home. "
"Is it that obvious?"
"Spread your hands." Nan Yi pointed at Xu Feiyang's hand and said.
Xu Feiyang followed his instructions, placed his hands on the table and spread out his palms, revealing his hands covered with calluses and cracks.
“People who don’t understand might think you’re doing heavy work at home, but if someone understands, they can tell at a glance that you’re just practicing shooting.
I once read some unofficial history. Li Quan, the leader of the Red Turban Army in the late Southern Song Dynasty, had a wife named Yang Miaozhen, who was also the founder of the Yang Family Spear.
From what I have heard, the Yang family spear is mainly circulated in your Lu Province and Cu Province. Is this the spear technique you are using?"
Xu Feiyang clasped his hands together and bowed to Nan Yi, "Once again, I solemnly introduce myself, Xu Feiyang, the spearman of the Yang family."
"Nan Yi from the Southern Sword Sect."
"Why haven't I heard of this Nanmen Sword Sect you mentioned?"
"Normal. I just created it five seconds ago. I am the founder of this school."
"Nan Yi, be honest."
"I'm just trying to match your introduction. I've only practiced some farming techniques. I don't have any school or sect. What do you want me to say?"
"Oh, Yehu Zen."
"What a pity, what a pity. If you had learned how to use a sword, dagger or stick instead of a gun, I wouldn't mind becoming your apprentice and learning something from you." Nan Yi shook his head and said.
"Have you no regard for guns?"
"That's not the case. It's just that long weapons are too limited and have become impractical now."
"That's true, but who cares? I practice spearmanship just for fun and inheritance. I don't expect it to bring me anything."
"This is good, pure enough. After eating, do you want to smoke?"
Nan Yi took out his Guang Xi and shook it.
"Your cigarettes are boring." Xu Feiyang took out a pack of big chicken cigarettes and said, "It's more addictive without a mouthpiece."
"Oh, the chain-smoking man."
