Chapter 248 Being Late and Being Punished
"No, I just want to make a deal with you. You can try it." Ye Qianning threw the red fruit over.
The lorikeet's eyes lit up, and it seemed to forget its fear when it saw the fruit. It took two steps to the cage and started pecking at it. Its face changed from tense to enjoying itself.
I have lived for so long but I have never eaten such delicious fruit. There is indeed no such fruit in the mountains.
After eating, the lorikeet fell asleep. Ye Qianning shook it a few times but there was no movement. She remembered that this was not the habit of lorikeets.
Could it be that its habit genes have changed here?
Although he didn't get a response, Ye Qianning was 100% sure that the little honey sucker had almost fallen and would come to him when he woke up.
In the cognition of any animal, food is the most important thing, even the ferocious ones are the same, and there is always a chance to negotiate.
"Hey, you're getting mad so quickly."
Dean Chen finished reading a book and walked into the room. He saw the bird lying there motionless.
"...sleeping."
Dean Chen smiled but said nothing, perhaps he would never wake up again.
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The bell for class rang at Loushan Academy, and Ye Qianning got up and thought about what he had said to the teacher yesterday. He didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he took a plate of pastries, put it in the space, and went to the school.
When he arrived at the school, the class was already halfway through, and Ye Qianning finally arrived.
"If you're late for class, you'll be punished by copying the Disciple Rules ten times."
"Yes, Master."
"Come in."
Ye Qianning spent a long time fiddling with medicine in the space at night. He felt nothing under his feet and was too sleepy to wake up. He walked to the table, lay down on the seat, folded his hands, tilted his head and fell asleep.
The teacher couldn't bear to watch and tears came to his heart. Who was it that said yesterday that we must obey it?
Sang Zhi frowned and looked at her, and couldn't help but push her away.
Ye Qianning just raised his eyelids and fell asleep again.
In the entire school, the teacher was lecturing at the top, while the students below were paying half their attention to what was above them and half to what was behind them. They slept openly, worthy of being taught by the dean himself.
"Ye Qianning slept in class, and he will be punished by copying the Disciple Rules ten times." The teacher looked as if he was very disappointed in his son.
Ye Qianning didn't raise her head, but raised her hands and said, "Yes, Master, I accept the punishment."
The teacher was so angry. There were so many schools in the academy, why did the little ancestor choose his school to teach? Oh, what bad luck!
After the class ended and the bell rang, Ye Qianning woke up, yawned and stretched.
"If you don't finish copying the Disciple Rules twenty times today, you are not allowed to leave." The teacher glared at him and walked out of the school with the books in his arms.
As soon as the teacher left, the school became noisy, and most people's eyes were looking at Ye Qianning behind him.
"You've copied the Disciple Rules twenty times. You're in trouble. The teacher saw it when I copied it for you last time." Qian Zhuye came over immediately.
"The Master is not blind."
Ye Qianning took out the rice paper, picked up the brush on the table and prepared to copy.
"You really copied." Qian Zhuye was a little surprised.
"Of course, the rules of the academy are ironclad. If you make a mistake, you have to copy it." Ye Qianning started writing. Traditional Chinese characters have many strokes, and the brush is too large to write with. The traditional Chinese characters were stretched out, and only a few lines could be written on a piece of rice paper.
"puff."
When the students saw Ye Qianning's handwriting, they couldn't help laughing.
Qian Zhuye picked it up and blew on the ink: "It's quite a waste of rice paper."
Ye Qianning was not affected at all. It took him half a day to write a character, stroke by stroke. Some traditional characters were really difficult to write.
"Even if you write it twenty times like this, you won't be able to finish it by next year." Sang Zhi couldn't bear it any longer.
"I don't want to either."
That's all she's capable of right now.
(End of this chapter)
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