Chapter 281 The Melon-eating Trio
Although his gaze shifted away for only a moment, he still saw it clearly.
Damn it.
Sang Qi regretted that he was frightened by a child's instant look and was extremely angry.
Ye Qianning glanced past him and fell on Sang Zhi who was walking towards her. She immediately smiled like a flower. She felt so lucky that the more she looked at him, the more she liked him.
"After not seeing you for one night, your temper has improved. Not bad, not bad."
Sang Zhi knew what she said. Although he was a little happy in his heart, he did not show much on his face and sat in his seat.
"Why didn't you come to class this morning?" he asked.
"cloudy day."
"What does a cloudy day have to do with schoolwork?"
"When it's cloudy, I feel like it's a holiday." Ye Qianning has a bad habit. She doesn't want to work when it's cloudy or rainy.
Sang Zhi frowned, not quite understanding.
"I think so too." Qian Zhuye understood very well.
He almost didn't get up today because it was cloudy.
Ye Qianning nodded: "You still understand me."
Sang Zhi frowned even deeper. Qian Zhuye understood everything, but he didn't.
“Why is it a holiday on a cloudy day?”
"I don't want to move on a cloudy day."
"Why?"
"It's just... in short... I absolutely can't understand a model student like you." Ye Qianning really couldn't explain his personal feelings.
"The Eighth Prince is different from us."
"Yes, we are not that ambitious. We only want to play badly."
Sang Zhi's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could have pinched a fly to death: "What exactly do you mean?"
"Pfft." Ye Qianning wanted to laugh when he saw how serious he was.
Qian Zhuye lay on the table and sighed. The Eighth Prince is really... Oh, there is no explanation.
Seeing that he was still obsessed with his little face, Ye Qianning stopped smiling and asked, "What do you like most?"
"read."
"You are looking at Qian Zhuye and me again. When have you ever seen us study seriously?" Ye Qianning pointed at Qian Zhuye who was lying in a puddle of mud.
Sang Zhi looked over and saw that both of them were lying on the table like bonesless people.
If someone had asked him this before, he would have scolded them without hesitation.
But at this time he was silent.
In comparison, Qian Zhuye and Ye Qianning are more similar, so he understands everything she says.
He didn't know why he felt a little unhappy.
"What you think about in your head is studying, while what we think about is eating, drinking, having fun and not studying, so it's naturally different." He was so busy, so busy that he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't study for a day.
Sang Zhi lowered his eyes, as if thinking seriously.
"Besides these, I also want to learn the broadsword from your father." Qian Zhuye suddenly felt less sleepy when the broadsword was mentioned: "Have you told your father about me?"
"No."
"Why?"
"If you want to learn, you should find a master yourself. Your uncle is so evil, we dare not provoke him."
I am your only child, and I am very precious to you.
If they follow their father and something happens to him, their family cannot bear the responsibility.
"My uncle is my uncle, and I am me. I will come to your house to play next time I have a day off." Qian Zhuye really wanted to see Xiang Minghou's big knife.
"No, I may not be home soon."
"how?"
"Something is going on at home right now, so I have to wait a few days before I can go back." Ye Qianning didn't want to get involved with his father and the Zhan family, and secondly, he wanted to avoid Aunt Liu and the other concubines at home.
Ever since Liu found out she wasn't included in the family tree, she was so sad she seemed to have left the Xiang family. However, her father bought her land and a house, and the money was enough for her to live on for the rest of her life even if she found another husband.
Qian Zhuye thought about what had happened in the Xiang family recently and shut up.
Sang Qi turned his head and glared. If it weren't for Master Song, he would never have spared the fat guy. No matter how smart he was, how smart could he be? It was an exaggeration!
The teacher came in and the students sat down.
Sang Zhi also immediately straightened up and looked forward.
Ye Qianning continued to lie down. He hadn't slept all day and all night yesterday, so he could take a short rest during class.
She lay down and didn't sleep as deeply as usual. She felt more energetic today and turned to look at Sang Zhi.
The teacher was lecturing on the classics. When he asked a question, Sang Zhi raised his hand, and the teacher called on Sang Qi to answer.
Ye Qianning's eyes drifted over and saw Sang Qi answering clearly while holding a book. An eight-year-old was not much younger than a twelve or thirteen-year-old.
"Well, the prince has such insights at such a young age. He is indeed a rare talent. Please sit down." Master Zhang praised.
Sang Qi sat down.
Ye Qianning's gaze fell on the old-fashioned man's face again. He was as stern as ever, and did not seem unhappy at all that his answer was snatched away from him.
The teacher spoke for a while and continued to ask questions. Sang Zhi raised his hand, and the teacher called on Sang Qi.
Sang Qi listened attentively and had real skills and knowledge, so he answered all the questions very well.
In one class, this went on and on three or four times. It was as if Sang Qi was at odds with Sang Zhi, wanting to outdo him in everything.
Until the end of the get out of class, the teacher gave the students evening homework. Some students went back to their rooms to study, while others stayed in the classroom to study.
"Aren't you leaving?" Ye Qianning stood up.
Sang Zhi didn't move: "I'll stay in the school to study."
Ye Qianning also sat down.
Sang Zhi looked up.
"I'll go with you." Ye Qianning smiled with her little face tilted up.
Sang Zhi paused and nodded, feeling warm in his heart.
"Are you all staying in school to do your evening homework?" Qian Zhuye stood in front of their desk.
"He does it, and I continue to sleep."
"Then let's do it together." Qian Zhuye pulled a stool and sat at their table. He picked up the brush and said with some distress: "Eighth Prince... Can you let me take a look at your writing after you finish it? I'm not very good at it."
"Sang Zhi, don't let him copy. It's his fault for talking to me secretly during class." Ye Qianning pouted, as if he was copying her own.
“…”
Qian Zhuye curled his lips, picked up a pen and thought hard.
Sang Zhi has picked up his pen and started writing.
Ye Qianning saw that most of the students in the school stayed in the school. If they didn't really realize it on weekdays, Sang Qi would also leave, and the brush in his hand would never be heard.
"Look." She patted Qian Zhuye.
Qian Zhuye turned his head and looked. Although they could only see the back of Sang Qi's head, the brush was writing non-stop.
"Is the prince really so talented?" he asked curiously.
Ye Qianning looked at it and shook his head: "It's too curly."
As soon as Sang Qi arrived, he made the middle-level students feel ashamed. He was too hardworking, and even the old-fashioned ones were tired.
"Scroll?" Qian Zhuye was puzzled.
"Just pretending."
Ye Qianning said as he took out a piece of cake from his sleeve and started eating.
"I also think it's quite pretentious. The teacher is just asking questions. Is it necessary to be so nosy?" Qian Zhuye turned around and looked at her as she started eating, and stretched out his hand.
Ye Qianning also gave him a piece and nodded, "Look at him, the brush he writes with is shaking like a yangge dance, how can his handwriting be beautiful?"
"It can't be worse than your handwriting."
"That's hard to say. My handwriting is already very beautiful." Ye Qianning turned around and said, "Don't you think so, you old-fashioned guy?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.
Ye Qianning smiled with affirmation and brought the pastry to his mouth with her little hand.
Sang Zhi hesitated.
"It's delicious." Ye Qianning said with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
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