Chapter 1270

There are no more than ten who can impress the singing, but now, visually, there are at least forty or fifty standing at the gate of xingchenzong.

I don't understand when singing. Are these people doing nothing?

You have to come and join the fun at this time.

Why do you treat yuexincheng wedding as a classmate party?

Poor in the downtown, no one asked, rich in the mountains have distant relatives.

In fact, the truth in the world is almost what the ancients said. What they feel they need to do is to slowly understand what the ancients said.

Although she was speechless, Gao Ge called Meng Jing and asked her to arrange these students while she was busy with other things.

Are you kidding? Sing loudly. What's the matter with the leader of Xingchen sect wandering in front of these people?

Does he have anything else to do?

Looking at the singing and walking away, some people are also unhappy.

"Sing, what does that mean?"

"Yes, Mr. Song, everyone used to be classmates. He left us here?"

"OK, say less..."

Meng Jing listened to these words. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, But in the end, he explained with a smile: "don't get me wrong. Singing has its own business to be busy. He is the leader of Xingchen sect, and you can see now. It's normal for so many people in Xingchen sect to be busy. Mr. Song, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Liu and Mr. Zhang... Students, let me arrange you to sit down first?"

At school, Meng Jing is a good student and never skips classes, so everyone knows Meng Jing. Even there are several teachers here who have not taught Meng Jing to sing. There is no way. A good student has a strong memory!

After listening to Meng Jing's words, the look on those faces eased.

To my surprise, this was only the first group of people, and then there was the principal and vice principal.

What makes Meng Jing speechless is that some younger students, who are not the same age as themselves, have come.

These people, don't sing, even Meng Jing doesn't know!

"Classmate Meng Jing!"

"Meng Jing!"

"Hello, senior sister Meng Jing!"

A group of people shouted that Meng Jing was neither singing nor yuexincheng. They could only entertain these people as much as possible for fear that if they did not do well, they would make the other party dissatisfied. The students were OK. The teachers looked at Meng Jing one by one as if they had endless words. Either Meng Jing had excellent grades in school and was obedient, Is their favorite student, or that is to say, when they first saw Meng Jing, they knew that Meng Jing was a man of great promise.

In the face of these praises, although Meng Jing has been a little bored in her heart, she can only listen with a smile. She can't let people's hot face stick to her cold ass.

Fortunately, after a while, many disciples of Xingchen sect came to help and take care of them.

At this time, Meng Jing's cell phone has rang. After looking at the news above, Meng Jing quickly said, "principals, teachers and students, I'm still today's bridesmaid, so I can't entertain you now. If you need anything, you can ask the disciples here."

"Well... Well, you can go."

After all, Meng Jing is a bridesmaid, which is also a business. You can't pester her not to let her go.

When Meng Jing left, several male students gathered together and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Meng Jing should be so beautiful. I remember her studying well before."

"There's something wrong with your brain. When we go to school, Meng Jing is the existence of jokes. Who doesn't know she looks good?"

"Yes, hey, it's cheap to sing."

"Ha ha, you don't pee and look at yourself. Even if you don't sing, Meng Jing can see you?"

"Bah, at school, singing is better than me?"

Some disciples of Xingchen sect stood nearby, laughing in their hearts.

Are you scum compared with the Lord? Is this a mental disorder?

Of course, they also know that these people are former classmates of their own patriarch and Deputy patriarch, so they don't show it even if they are unhappy.

Suddenly, Xiao Huangmao glanced around and waved to a disciple of Xingchen sect.

"You, come here!"

The boy, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, walked up to him, smiled and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Pour me a cup of tea." Little yellow hair said.

The disciple had some doubts, because the teapot was on the table and the cups were ready. It was all something that could be done by raising his hand.

However, he didn't say anything. He still smiled, walked over, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xiao Huangmao.

"Please use it."

"Well, by the way, get me something to eat." Little yellow hair said again.

"Cough, it's not time for the dinner."

"All right! I came here this morning before I had anything to eat. I'm very hungry now. Can you find something to cushion my stomach first?" Xiao Huang frowned and said, "don't you know who I am?"

"I know, you are the classmate of the patriarch and the vice patriarch."

"I know you're not going yet!" Xiao Huangmao sneered.

The young disciple's face was red and embarrassed. He smiled bitterly and said, "well, if I get you something to eat now, it's against the rules. After all, there are so many people now..."

"Pa!" Before the young disciple finished his words, Xiao Huangmao suddenly turned around and slapped him in the face.

In fact, although the young disciple was a beginner, he was at least an immortal, but he didn't expect the other party to start suddenly, so he was unprepared.

"What are you doing!" The young disciples are confused.

The students at the dinner table also looked surprised.

"Lying trough, Xu Hao, what are you doing?"

"Yes, what are you doing?"

Xu Hao, also known as Xiao Huangmao, smiled and sat down again and said, "these are all disciples of the Xingchen sect. To put it bluntly, they can't even count the younger brother of Gaoge yuexincheng. Who are we? They are all classmates. Teach one or two disciples a lesson. Can they stare at us?"

"That's right. The little boy is really not sensible. He can only eat. It's not a big deal. He's still grinding his haw here."

When the young disciple heard this sentence, his face was a little pale. At this age, his self-esteem was fragile. The slap just now hit him in the face in front of so many people, which broke his self-esteem. Looking at him with red eyes and biting his back teeth, he just planned to do it, but one hand was pressed on his shoulder.

"Xiao Yang, don't be impulsive. These are the students of the patriarch and Deputy patriarch. Moreover, you forget, what day is today? Are you going to shame our Xingchen sect?" A thick God sounded in the ears of the young disciples.

He turned his face and looked at the man behind him. His tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Senior brother..."

"It's all right. Go and find some melon seeds and dried fruits first." The older disciple sighed and whispered.

"But..."

"Go."

"Yes..." Xiao Yang bit his teeth, forced his tears back, rubbed his sleeves, rubbed his eyes and turned away.