Yuan Yao has a childlike voice and big, clear eyes.
It's clearly a tiny baby, yet it exudes an imposing aura.
The Master was so angry that his lips trembled.
He had been a teacher for many years and had taught countless students, hence his great arrogance.
I never imagined that I would be questioned by a little toddler today...
Just as the Master was about to faint from anger, footsteps sounded.
Everyone turned to look at the door.
Yun Chan covered her mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
After speaking, he walked straight to his seat, straightened his snow-white robe, sat down properly, and slowly laid out paper and ground ink...
Upon closer inspection, Yuan Yao discovered that the robe Yun Chan had changed into was the one she had asked Danqing to prepare, and his disheveled long hair had also been neatly styled.
She sat there upright, looking like a snowman, with fair skin and delicate bones, exceptionally beautiful and eye-catching.
The teacher sighed and instructed, "Continue practicing calligraphy!"
After saying this, he ignored everyone, picked up the ruler, and left the school with his head down.
As soon as the teacher left, the little ones all buried their heads and obediently wrote, afraid of offending anyone.
Lin Xuan glared at Yuan Yao, then sat down and began to write.
Xie Zhi whistled: "Little Yao'er."
Yuan Yao looked over: "What?"
Xie Zhichong bowed to her and said, "You went against the teacher and angered him so much that he canceled the punishment. Impressive! Thanks to you, I was spared from copying the school rules a hundred times. Thank you!"
Yuan Yao blinked.
It wasn't her intention to upset the teacher.
She simply wanted to tell the teacher that her hands were too small to hold a brush properly, and that she could only write using the way she held the brush.
Speaking up for Xie Zhi and Yun Chan was just a side effect...
Wow, who knew things would escalate this much?
Oh no, what if her father, the Ninth Prince, finds out? Will he scold her?
Then she'll have to figure out a way to get through it by being cute.
So annoying...
After throwing away the ink-stained Xuan paper, Yuan Yao picked up a new brush, dipped it in ink, and began writing her name again.
She wrote openly and honestly in front of the whole class, using the proper way to hold a fountain pen, and at a fairly fast pace.
When the school bell rang, most of the students tidied up the rice paper with their names written on it, spread it on the desk, and left the school together in groups of three or five.
In the end, only Yuan Yao, Yun Chan, Xie Zhi, and Lin Xuan remained in the school.
Lin Xuan put away his brush and ink, and seeing that the three were still writing, he snorted coldly: "Useless."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao shook her slightly sore hand and sighed sweetly and softly, "Hey, you good-for-nothing."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan was about to explode again.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Yuan Yao, you're a thing that was born of parents but not raised by them, how dare you yell at me?"
Yuan Yao put down her pen, cupped her face, and asked, "Lin Xuan, are you unhappy with your life because you're always so irritable? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you bully me?"
Her eyes were big and bright, and her expression was serious. She didn't seem angry at all when she asked the question.
For some reason, Lin Xuan found her adorable.
cute?
Lin Xuan was startled by his own thought.
He glared fiercely at Yuan Yao, snatched the book, and walked towards the door.
As Lin Xuan passed by the teacher's desk, he bumped into a bamboo scroll beside it. He kicked the scroll away and then left the school like the wind.
Xie Zhi, biting his pen, looked up and said, "Tsk, his temper is even worse than mine."
After speaking, he clicked his tongue, switched hands to pick up the pen, and continued writing.
Yun Chan, on the other hand, was engrossed in writing from beginning to end, sitting upright and calm as the wind.
Only occasionally could one hear a soft cough.
Yuan Yao sighed, cupping her face in her hands: "Life is tough."
After saying that, she buried her head and began counting the names.
As dusk fell, Yuan Yao moved her aching hands and counted the names again.
Only twenty more repetitions left.
Just then, the sound of pages turning filled my ears.
She looked up and saw Yun Chan had finished tidying up the documents and stood up.
Looking at the sky, Yuan Yao felt inexplicably anxious.
"Xiao Yao'er." Xie Zhi grinned at her, "Don't rush, take your time writing, I'll wait for you."
"Okay!" Yuan Yao nodded and began to write furiously.
Yu Guangli noticed that Yun Chan shifted slightly, then sat down again, picked up a book that hadn't been taught yet, and began to read it.
Didn't you finish writing about the little quirk?
Why hasn't he left yet?
With these questions in mind, Yuan Yao quickened her writing pace.
After writing the last twenty times in one go, Yuan Yao put down the brush with a "snap," stretched out her short arms, and yawned.
Xie Zhi asked her, "Are you finished writing?"
"I'm done!" Yuan Yao tidied up the Xuan paper: "Exactly two hundred times."
Xie Zhi stood up: "Then let's go."
Yuan Yao nodded and stood up as well.
Yun Chan remained seated, still holding the book in her hand.
Xie Zhi glanced at Yun Chan, bent down, lifted Yuan Yao up, and laughed heartily: "Let's go!"
Startled by the sudden loss of weight, Yuan Yao cried out, "Put me down right now!"
"I won't let go!" Xie Zhi picked her up and walked out, saying as he went, "Your short legs make me anxious. It's faster to carry you."
"All right……"
Yuan Yao chose to give up resisting.
As I stepped out of the school, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers greeted me.
Xie Zhi was in a great mood. As he walked, he said, "Xiao Yao'er, you should stay away from Lin Xuan and Yun Chan from now on."
"Why?" Yuan Yao looked at him in confusion.
She could understand keeping her distance from Lin Xuan, after all, Lin Xuan was really too bad and annoying.
But what about Yun Chan?
Although Yun Chan ignores people, she won't bully her!
Xie Zhi put her down, took her hand, and said earnestly, "Yun Chan is sickly. Look at him, he coughs all day long and even coughs up blood. He must have an infectious disease. If you get too close to him, you'll catch it!"
infectious disease?
Yuan Yao couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to say that Yun Chan has tuberculosis?"
"You actually know about tuberculosis?" Xie Zhi was somewhat surprised, then nodded and said, "Anyway, you should stay away from him. Even if he's not sick, he's still a hostage from a neighboring country. What if one day he captures you and uses you to blackmail the Ninth Prince?"
Yuan Yao remained silent.
Xie Zhiren is young, but he thinks a lot.
She pursed her lips and nodded: "I understand."
"Good boy!" Xie Zhi laughed and ruffled Yuan Yao's hair.
With her hair in a messy, disheveled style, Yuan Yao saw the ebony carriage at the entrance of the National Academy.
She exclaimed with delight, "Father!"
A slender, white hand lifted the carriage curtain, revealing the peerless face of the Ninth Prince.
Yuan Yao broke free from Xie Zhi's embrace and happily rushed towards the Ninth Prince: "Father, why are you here?"
The Ninth Prince caught her and ruffled her messy hair: "I heard you had a fight with the Master?"
Yuan Yao's smile froze slightly: "How did Father know?"
The Ninth Prince curled his thin lips and said in a calm voice, "Bring the person up."
Yuan Yao looked up and saw Lin Xuan bound hand and foot, his mouth gagged with a thick rope, struggling and whimpering.
The Ninth Prince held Yuan Yao in one arm and used a jade fan in the other to lift Lin Xuan's chin. His soft, effeminate voice was oppressive: "Such a nice boy, but this mouth of his is so annoying."
Tell me, should I pull out your tongue or knock out your teeth?
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