In public, even if Qin Zhao felt reluctant, he couldn't just send someone away. Reluctantly, Qin Zhao said, "Please sit down." So, under the gazes of the students, Jing Li leisurely took a seat in the last row of the classroom. Class continued. Mr. Qin seemed unfazed by his husband's arrival and continued teaching as usual. An hour later, Qin Zhao suddenly closed his textbook. "That's all for today. Now we have a pop-up exam," Qin Zhao said calmly. Students: "???" Didn't we just have a random exam? Qin Zhao said, "The exam requires you to choose a passage from the Zeng Guang Xian Wen and write about its meaning. The limit is 300 words. You can look up the book. There's still an hour before class ends. Once you finish, you can go home." Writing about a passage from the classics and explaining its meaning was the standard for writing essays in the imperial examinations. Qin Zhao allowed students to choose their own passages and didn't specify the style, which was considered to be a low-level task. However, the students at the Elementary School had spent the past six months limited to memorizing scriptures and explaining their meanings. They had never written an essay to explain the principles themselves. For a time, the school was filled with complaints. Qin Zhao turned a deaf ear to this and simply glanced at them, and the school suddenly fell silent. Then, the sound of paper and pens being taken out to grind ink and pages being turned could be heard. Qin Zhao walked slowly between the desks. Everyone scratched their heads, concentrating on their essays, and no one noticed what he was doing. He walked over to Jing Li. The desk in front of Jing Li was clean; he hadn't even taken out his paper and pen. Seeing Qin Zhao approach, he looked up at him innocently. The desks in the school were very low, with no stools, only straw mats on the ground. Everyone knelt in front of the desks. This kind of kneeling was fine for a short time, but it would easily make the legs numb after a long time. Jing Li, who was carrying a child, couldn't bear it any more. He couldn't kneel any longer, so he simply hugged his knees and sat on the cold straw mat, looking rather petite and pitiful. Qin Zhao sighed silently, sat down beside him, and pulled him into his arms. His hot palms landed on Jing Li's lower back, gently kneading, pressing against the sore spot. The latter shuddered uncontrollably: "Hmm—" "Shh," Qin Zhao's voice echoed in his ear, very low. "If anyone hears, they'll misunderstand." "Then don't touch me!" Jing Li glared at him aggrievedly. Qin Zhao, oblivious, continued to massage his back. His force was light, his movements slow and steady, but it was excruciating. Jing Li couldn't stand being touched like this, especially in the academy. He quickly gave in, unable to bear it any longer, and grabbed the other's wrist: "Don't…" Qin Zhao asked, "Why did you come to me?" WwWx520xs.com Qin Zhao had a hunch that something was wrong. Xiaoyu usually listened to him, and he had clearly told him not to come to the academy today. Unless there was something special, he wouldn't disobey. But when he recalled what he had said and done before leaving, he couldn't think of anything that could have provoked him. Jing Li then remembered why he was here, and immediately regained some of his composure. He said, "Let go." He spoke a little louder unconsciously. Someone heard him and glanced back, but when they saw them, they immediately turned back guiltily. [Note: The following text appears to be corrupted and should be omitted.] [Note: The following text appears to be corrupted and should be omitted.] [Note: The following text appears to be corrupted and should be omitted.]
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