The first class of the night ended with the dazed students looking surprised.

After a short break, the two of them started the second class in full swing.

But this time, Zhao Rong was tired of standing.

He sat down on the armchair behind the desk.

Fairy Su was a student, so of course she couldn't be taller than Zhao Rong, so she remained the same, but this time she changed her position. She became more accustomed to being in his presence, and became more and more well-behaved and lovely.

Zhao Rong lifted up most of the tablecloth that hung to the ground in front of the table, creating a spacious space underneath to accommodate the beauty.

So one of them leaned back in a chair, and the other one knelt under the table like a young wife.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes slightly.

He was silently looking at the surging water in the heart lake of his brow chakra.

Tonight, he decided to forget those concerns for a while and relax.

I finally got promoted, so... just... give me a reward?

Thinking of this, he gently stroked Su Qingdai's pretty cheek, completely grasped her little face in his palm, and comfortably kneaded the fairy's tender white face.

There is a gorgeous fairy who is obedient and submissive like a bird, and the needle doesn't poke her.

Su Qingdai tilted her head gently, her face against his palm, her eyes soft.

At this time, Zhao Rong remembered what Su Qingdai had asked before, so he decided to talk to her about Mohism, especially the theories of Tianzhi.

The so-called will of heaven, to put it simply, is the 'will of heaven', which is... the way of heaven.

At this moment, the young scholar who was resting with his eyes closed in the chair seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled.

"Qingdai, this is the sky."

Pointing, he chuckled, "It's your biggest sky at the moment."

Su Qingdai stared blankly at the sky that was so close to her.

The calm and domineering tone of the prince charming was heard in my ears.

"Yes, Tzuyu." Her eyes were gentle and she nodded obediently.

Zhao Rong smiled and chanted about Mohism's Tianzhi.

At the end, he exhaled and narrowed his eyes: "What should you do when facing the sky?"

The stunning woman in the black dress that trailed on the ground tilted her head and thought about it.

"Da...Daier must obey." She whispered, "Obey Ziyu, obey Tianzhi."

The voice was small, but the tone was firm, and the beautiful woman lowered her head.

The young scholar nodded, satisfied with her understanding.

He tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, closed his eyes and rested, and then talked about whatever came to his mind.

"...Qingdai, do you know what Mohist non-aggression means?"

"Hmm, Dai'er doesn't understand." After a moment, he raised his head and said.

Ask, "What about universal love?"

"Love both sides... well, love both sides..."

The woman who was willing to suffer for the man in front of her seemed to be thinking about it in a low voice.

Then, she subconsciously hummed again, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "Love for everything means loving Tzuyu, then love everything about Tzuyu... love her all."

Su Qingdai listened carefully and took notes in the textbook.

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly.

Afterwards, he explained the Mohist doctrine to her in a simple and insightful way.

Two more incense sticks passed and the second class was about to end.

Mr. Zhao was very pleased to see that Su Qingdai was studying hard and trying to absorb the essence of Mohist doctrines and theories.

So she picked up the long-spouted teapot and poured her a small cup of mellow and strong tea. The student swallowed it in small sips, moistened her throat, wiped her mouth, raised her head, and smiled brightly at her Tian Zhi.

"Thank you for the reward, sir."

Zhao Rong shook the teapot and put it down. There was still a lot of tea in the teapot, enough for him to drink next.

He nodded, and during the break, asked:

"Qingdai, you said that when you came out, Xiaoqian was asleep?"

"Well, don't worry. She fell asleep. When I quietly went out, Miss Zhao was still talking in her sleep." She was reviewing her notes during the break and glanced at Zhao Rong. "She... was calling your name at that time."

"Oh." Zhao Rong rubbed his cheek.

I wonder if he was bullying the little girl in her dream this time, or was he bullying her?

Oh, I can’t let this jealous little girl know that he is tutoring the maid’s maid… he muttered.

As if she had sensed her destined lover's thoughts, Su Qingdai picked up the textbook with her slender hands and reviewed the knowledge that the teacher had just explained. She raised her red lips and said:

"Tzuyu, don't worry. Even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she won't notice that I'm out."

"Um, what do you mean?"

Su Qingdai smiled slyly:

"Since my Daiyu Liuxian Skirt was tempered by Ziyu Nanshan's poetry appreciation vision, it has acquired many magical powers, the rank of which I am unable to figure out, and the ability of phantom body is one of them."

"With the help of my refined body-external-body technique, I can use the starlight on my skirt to create a starlight body that is exactly like me. Miss Zhao will definitely not be able to recognize me. Even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she will only find me sitting at the table with a book in my hand and my chin propped up for a nap. There will be no signs of anything unusual."

She sounded a little proud.

"And the magical power of this fairy dress is not only that, it can also shield my aura, cover up the sound and spiritual fluctuations. So even though Miss Zhao has a keen sense of consciousness, she didn't wake up when I went out without her noticing. Tzuyu, am I amazing? In the future... I can do this more often~"

Su Qingdai's pretty face showed an expression of expecting his praise.

Zhao Rong frowned and said, "What is Daiyu Liu Fairy Skirt? Is this the name of your fairy skirt?" His tone was suspicious.

Su Qingdai put down the book temporarily, looked up at him, and blinked, "Well, I changed my name recently. This fairy skirt has been promoted again and again because of the poem left by Zi Yu. I am a little confused. A few days ago, I found that when I practice in it at night, I can draw the light of the stars into my body."

She looked at him with red lips and white teeth, her eyes sparkling, "This fairy dress that Tzuyu wrote a poem on is now in Dali. I wonder how many women are jealous of it... I have searched for it among the crowd for hundreds of times, and when I look back... I see the lights are dim..."

Su Qingdai stammered and read someone's handwriting on her skirt, then raised her chin proudly.

Zhao Rong was speechless, "You can't call it such a weird name, change it."

She nodded obediently, "Oh, how about calling her Yu Dai?"

He was the sky, above her.

Zhao Rong's face darkened. It turns out that you are also bad at naming.

If it was Xiaoxiao and Qingjun in front of him, he would definitely ask seriously, "What should we do about naming our baby in the future?"

As for the beautiful fairy in front of him who looks like a little bird, he cannot make any promises for the time being, because he must fulfill his promises and cannot do so casually when he is moved.

Zhao Rong waved his hands, "I really can't do anything about you, so I have to do it. Well, let's call it... Crimson Star Flowing Fairy Skirt."

"Crimson Star Flowing Fairy Skirt?" Su Qingdai nodded curiously, "It does sound nice. But this Crimson Star... means... red stars?"

The young scholar nodded and glanced down at the faint image of stars flowing on her 'Crimson Star Flowing Fairy Skirt'.

"Hey, why...why is it red?"

The stunning woman in the black dress turned into a curious baby, unaware that danger was approaching.

Zhao Rong stood up leisurely and smiled, "Of course it's dyed."

Su Qingdai was startled, and then a red spot appeared on her ear, and the mist dyed her beautiful face.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look in the direction of the west wing, then turned back, picked up the ruler and lightly spanked her beautiful face. He sighed softly and decided to teach by example. As usual, he would first say a few words to test Fairy Su's comprehension.

Boom boom boom——!

At this moment, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.

"Brother Rong'er?"

A young girl spoke tentatively outside the door.

The room suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The atmosphere that had just been quietly brewing around the desk suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai were both stunned.

Immediately, the man and woman became flustered.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes. The rhythm of the knocking sound was very familiar to him.

Oh no, it was Qian'er who came to check on me! She was too alert and clever, she saw through Su Qingdai's trick... The young scholar said to himself, feeling anxious.

He lowered his head and glared at Su Qingdai who had just boasted in front of him.

Your magical power of fairy skirt is useless. You can just use it as a cloth to wipe things... Zhao Rong couldn't forget to complain.

Su Qingdai, who was about to be caught cheating, was also trembling with fear and confusion on her face.

She stood up in panic and wanted to run away, but at this moment, how could she escape except digging a hole in the ground and prying open the roof?

Blocked outside the door by the clever and vigilant Miss Zhao, he couldn't escape even if he had wings.

“Boom boom boom—”

At this time, the little girl outside the door knocked on the door again, and... also tried to push it, but to no avail.

"Brother Rong'er? What are you doing... Hey, it's locked..."

“…”

“…”

Inside the house.

The young scholar suddenly took a deep breath and calmed down.

Su Qingdai bent down and stood up, holding her chest with her two delicate hands as if she were Xishi, and looked around in panic.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was very confused.

In an instant, Zhao Rong glanced inside the room, pursed his lips, and suddenly said loudly to the outside:

"Is that Qian'er? Here she comes."

"It's me, why did you lock the door?"

"I just finished my training and went to take a bath."

He answered calmly, and suddenly reached out from inside the room and pushed Su Qingdai's head, who was biting her lip in a daze and at a loss, under the table.

Zhao Rong gave her a calm look, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the door immediately.

Su Qingdai was stunned and looked at the large tablecloth on the desk, which covered the bottom of the desk very tightly.

She glanced at the fairy dress again, gritted her teeth, squatted down, held up the long and wide skirt of the fairy dress with both hands, got under the table, stretched out her hand, and put down the tablecloth that she had lifted up for convenience...

"Qian'er, why are you here? Ahem..."

Zhao Rong asked calmly as he walked towards the door, cleaning up some traces in the house.

At this critical moment, I was already thinking quickly about how to deal with it, and what to say after being discovered...

When he reached the door, he took another deep breath, then a slight smile appeared on his face and he opened the door directly.

I saw Xiao Qian'er standing outside the door.

She had a slim figure, and wore a tight-fitting white nightgown. Her hair was casually tied into two ponytails, hanging on both sides of her shoulders.

At this time, Xiao Qian'er was putting her hands behind her waist, squinting her eyes and looking around.

Zhao Rong felt guilty, so he blocked the view inside the room with his body and forced a smile, hoping to buy time to prepare for a certain woman.

"Qian'er, um, I just..."

"Brother Rong'er, please move aside and let me in!"

However, Xiao Qian'er turned around and did not buy it, her tone a little anxious.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched and he wanted to explain something, but the next second, Xiao Qian'er suddenly jumped sideways, half pushed him, and suddenly rushed into the house.

Oh no!

Zhao Rong's heart seemed to be grasped and lifted up by a hand.

Su Qingdai, who was curled up under the table in the room, heard Qian'er's intrusion. Her beautiful eyes widened and her breath caught.

But soon.

What Zhao Rong, who was standing at the door, never expected was that after the little girl hurriedly pushed him in, she suddenly turned around and closed the door with her backhand.

Xiao Qian'er's small body was leaning against the door, her breasts heaving as if in excitement.

"Brother Rong'er."

She called out happily, and before the stunned Zhao Rong could react, the little girl took a step forward, stood in front of him, stood on tiptoes, and pecked the man's cheek.

Xiao Qian'er leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Don't worry, she's asleep~" he said in a sly tone.

As she spoke, the girl playfully blew a puff of fragrant air.

Su Qingdai under the desk: "..."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide: "......???"

Looking at the excited little girl in front of him, his smile froze a little and his forehead was full of black lines.

You two...did you guys collude tonight? You all have the same lines! Also, who...who is sleeping...

Feinting to each other?