Since he was Xiao Liulang’s friend, everyone was very concerned about his condition.
"Very successful," Gu Jiao nodded.
Everyone exchanged smiles, genuinely happy for Gu Yan.
Zhou Tong asked, "Then, it won’t be long before he can come to class, right?"
"Mhm," Gu Jiao nodded, "if it’s soon, by the end of this month; if not, next month."
"Hey, Liulang," Zhong Ding suddenly lowered his voice, glanced outside the door, and whispered, "After school... let’s go hmm-hmm!"
"What does ’hmm-hmm’ mean?" Gu Jiao didn’t understand.
The students had apparently already discussed this and were all too eager to agree, with Zhong Ding simply acting as their spokesperson.
Everyone was quite reserved, with Zhou Tong’s ears even turning red.
Gu Jiao thought for a moment: "To the brothel?"
Everyone choked!
Zhong Ding hurriedly waved his hands: "No no no! It’s not like that... not the brothel... we are scholars... how could we casually go to a place of pleasures? Only after achieving official status and success should we consider that."
Oh, so it’s not about not going, just not the right time to go.
"I told you not to go already!" Zhou Tong backed off decisively.
Advance when others retreat, and retreat when others advance, such is human nature.
Zhong Ding cleared his throat and mustered his courage to say firmly, "We agreed on it, how can we not go? Moreover, it’s not a place of pleasures, and we are not going to seek dalliance, we are just purely going to listen to a play, what’s wrong with that?"
Those who were scratching their noses did so, those grabbing their ears did that, and they all looked at Gu Jiao, excited yet feeling guilty.
If this was truly just about listening to a play, Gu Jiao would twist off Mu Chuan’s head.
"Just, just the Tianxiang Pavilion, you know it, right? There’s a new play that is very splendid, and we wanted to invite you to listen to it with us."
Oh, Tianxiang Pavilion.
Zhou Tong hurriedly said, "Don’t lead Liulang astray."
Gu Jiao said, "Fine, together, but you guys are treating."
Xun Fengxian was smiling so hard he could barely see his eyes, sitting in a second-floor private room, cracking sunflower seeds, and listening to the bustling noise downstairs, thinking to himself that Xun Fengxian also had his day! ƒrēewebnovel.com
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