Qiu Yuebai was acting out of character at this moment, speaking in a somewhat awkward manner.

This strange behavior made Ning Jie curious, and he stopped and asked in confusion:

"What about Master?"

Qiu Yuebai slowly raised her head, looking at Ning Jie with eyes as clear as autumn water, and said mysteriously like a little girl:

"As a teacher, I will...reward you~"

After saying that, Qiuyuebai left quickly.

Only Ning Jie was left standing there, looking confused.

What kind of reward is it?

It's so mysterious!

PS:

(It’s time for another fun side story. Let me think about where I left off last time… Yeah, fourth grade.

I attended the primary school near my grandfather's house from grade one to grade five. At that time, I was a very good student, especially in Chinese. My compositions were always read as model essays by the teacher!

When I was in the fourth grade, I got along very well with a girl named X who was also good at Chinese in my class. We often exchanged composition books together.

Gradually, I fell in love with her.

She was tall, had an oval face, two canine teeth, and she looked very pretty when she smiled. She was also very gentle in her behavior and actions. She was the type of person I liked very much at that time.

But at that time, there was another boy in the class besides me who got along very well with her. One day, I couldn't help it, so I plucked up the courage to write her a letter. The general content was to ask her whether she liked me or not.

I remember that I was timid at that time and did not dare to give the letter to her directly. Instead, I gave it to a fat girl who played well with her and asked her to give it to X. As a result, I received a reply from X in the afternoon.

I was super excited, but also very nervous. I still remember that letter, or you could call it a love letter, I took it to the toilet to read it!

After watching it, I took it home and even childishly bought an iron box that opened with a pull to store it, just in case my parents found out.

From then on, we were together in name only, but we never held hands, let alone did anything else. After school, she walked in front and I followed closely behind, making it seem like we were in an underground relationship. But we also wrote a lot of love letters, which is quite funny to think about now.

I separated from her in the sixth grade because there was an earthquake and our primary school was demolished, so she and I went to different primary schools. In the sixth grade of that primary school, I started dating my deskmate J...)