Chapter 251 Didn’t You Say You Wouldn’t Teach Me?
"I brought it back. It's a bit inconvenient to bring it up Loushan, so Du Ying is waiting at the foot of the mountain. Miss, would you like to go and see it after dinner?"
"No, ask him to put the big knife in Yuehua Cottage first. Remember to put it away properly and don't let anyone touch it." Ye Qianning's big knife was specially made for his father.
Don't be fooled by the fact that it is a big knife. There are several hidden weapons inside it. If someone accidentally touches it, it can be fatal.
After lunch, Ye Qianning continued to copy the "Discipline for Younger Brothers" with a brush.
The teacher didn't see Ye Qianning go out for dinner, so he came back to check on him because he was worried. Through the window, he saw the little man copying seriously with his head tilted, and nodded with great satisfaction.
His little senior sister is quite obedient, not bad.
During the afternoon class, Ye Qianning began to feel sleepy again and was punished to copy the Disciple Rules five times. For talking in a low voice, he was punished to copy the Disciple Rules ten times.
She was punished by reciting the Disciple Rules thirty times a day, and of course she was not the only one who was punished.
Sang Zhi did not pay attention in class and was punished to copy the "Discipline for Younger Brothers" five times.
Qian Zhuye was punished to copy the "Disciples' Rules" five times for whispering and making small movements.
After the class in the afternoon, all the students left and only three people were left behind to copy.
Ye Qianning was punished to copy the text thirty times, but she only copied it once during her lunch break. Even after being punished so much, she acted as if nothing had happened, which made Qian Zhuye next to her very anxious.
"There are still twenty-nine times left. The teacher's punishment is really harsh. Do you still have the mind to eat?"
"How can I copy if I'm not full?" Ye Qianning pinched the pastry and put it into his mouth.
Qian Zhuye had never seen such a carefree person.
Ye Qianning looked at Sang Zhi. He sat upright with a proper posture, wrote steadily and smoothly, and his handwriting was excellent, even better than that of modern calligraphers.
Top students are different. They not only write well, but also quickly.
Ye Qianning stuffed the remaining pastry into his mouth, then reluctantly picked up the pen to write.
It was easy for Qian Zhuye to copy the Disciple Rules five times. He finished his own in a short while. He turned to look at Ye Qianning and found that she had not finished copying the first time.
"Master, you won't really leave me here."
"Have you ever seen a teacher who doesn't keep his word?"
Qian Zhuye thought for a moment and said, "No."
"That's it." Ye Qianning wrote another page.
"But, at your speed, you can't finish writing so much in a month. Do you really live in the school?"
Ye Qianning didn't say anything.
Sang Zhi had also finished copying the Disciple Rules. He folded the copied Disciple Rules and put them aside, then walked to Ye Qianning.
Ye Qianning felt a dark sensation in front of his eyes and looked up at him.
Sang Zhi's face was tense, and he raised his hand to straighten the brush he was holding.
"...Didn't you say you wouldn't teach me anymore?"
Sang Zhi didn't respond, but pressed the rice paper and said, "Write."
“…”
Ye Qianning secretly changed the position of his little hand and started writing.
Sang Zhi's face turned black with anger, and then he straightened up again.
"Are you done yet? Finish copying and leave immediately. Don't disturb me." After she finally set the rules, he insisted on interfering, making her lose the mood to write.
"If the posture is wrong, it must be changed." Sang Zhi was very stubborn.
Ye Qianning was getting annoyed after going back and forth a few times. He threw the brush away with his little hand and said angrily, "I won't write anymore. I won't write anymore."
Qian Zhuye watched quietly.
"You're too young, and your fingers haven't fully grown yet. Holding the pen like that will affect the growth of your joints." Sang Zhi said this, and when she didn't respond, he added, "Your fingers will grow crooked."
Ye Qianning lay on the table and didn't want to pay attention.
"If a woman's fingers grow crooked, she can't play the piano."
"Who wants to learn to play the piano?" Ye Qianning snorted, "Playing the piano? Who do you play for? For you?"
(End of this chapter)
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