The two classes in the morning are Zhu Zirong’s painting classes.

When Xia Qianqian and Yu Yinghua appeared at the door of Guizi class together, Zhu Zirong looked surprised and couldn't help but look at Yu Yinghua a few more times.

Yu Yinghua nodded modestly and politely as a greeting.

Zhu Zirong nodded hurriedly in response, looking awkward and reserved.

All the students in the hall craned their necks to look here. Yu Yinghua's face remained as usual, "Qianqian, please sit down quickly. I'm going to class too."

She turned around and walked along the corridor to another courtyard.

Xia Qianqian moved to her seat. When she passed Zhu Zirong, she found that he was still looking at Yu Yinghua's back, and she couldn't help but sigh.

In this world, passion is always annoyed by ruthlessness.

Zhu Zirong's thoughts about his husband are destined to be fruitless.

This class assignment is still copying calligraphy and painting.

Many students looked at Xia Qianqian calmly, wondering if she could copy the "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" hanging on the podium after coming so late.

Indeed, compared to previous courses, each time we copied a character, with some flowers and plants dotting the side.

This time there are eight characters in "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", including men, women, old and young, which is a special test of one's writing skills.

Xia Qianqian stayed in the backyard for a while, and the students all started drawing, but there was still a blank piece of paper on her desk.

Xia Qianqian was not in a hurry and looked sideways at the table behind her.

Wang Yueyue was concentrating on drawing, and when she noticed the probing eyes, she raised her head and whispered: "Qianqian, what's wrong with you?"

"I remember that there once was a Feng Shui master in our village who traveled around?"

"Yes. But last time there was a flood in Fu'an Village, he predicted that it wouldn't happen. As a result, many people who believed in him did not go to collect beans. After the high tide, he was beaten up and we haven't seen him for a long time.

People."

"Can you still find him?"

"If you look for it, you will definitely find it."

"Go back to the village and keep an eye on him. If you see him, tell me."

"Okay!" Wang Yueyue agreed.

The two of them were whispering to each other, and a gaze fell on the two of them on the podium. Wang Yueyue was so frightened that she quickly sat up straight and continued to concentrate on her work.

Xia Qianqian turned around, picked up the brush in her hand, but did not start drawing. Her eyes fell on the pictures hanging beside the podium, and she was having a battle in her heart.

Yu Yinghua promised to help her find a way to get the land and let her wait.

She didn't know what Yu Yinghua's solution was, but her cow really couldn't wait any longer.

She needs to find another shortcut and find a way.

Xia Qianqian spent the first class in a daze.

In the second class, she slowly picked up the brush and started painting.

In fact, for other students, she is more advantageous in painting because she has studied medicine for many years and understands the structure of the human body and the composition of muscles.

She applied it to sketching and painting, and it was easy to outline the facial contours of the characters, making the drawn characters even more lifelike.

In just half the class, she finished the painting in one go, "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", which shocked the students on the side and were stunned.

Xia Qianqian was rated as the best painter in Zhuxian Academy, which is a real existence.

Ren Yuan'er had always been dissatisfied with her, but seeing that the picture she had worked hard for two classes was not as beautiful as the picture she drew in half a class, she was unwilling and helpless.

After class, Zhu Zirong still regarded Xia Qianqian's paintings as model papers and carefully put them away.

As much as he looked down on the students in front of him in the past, he is now very upset.

Many times in the middle of the night, when he was tossing and turning, he remembered that when he first met his junior sister Miao Manli in Jiangcheng, she spoke in an elegant manner, which made him refuse to accept a female student.

At the beginning, he was only thinking about currying favor with the daughter of his mentor, so he tried his best to prevent Xia Qianqian from going to school. He used some tricks during this period, but he was almost kicked out by the dean.

And now, Xia Qianqian has only been in school for three months, and Dean Liu has leaked news to him more than once, overtly or covertly.

From now on, Xia Qianqian has the final say in Zhuxian Academy.

He regretted it.

If he could go back in time and he really wanted to go back to that day, he would definitely refuse his junior sister's request.

At that time, if he had refused, he would not be in this situation now.

Dean Liu, who had always valued him, began to distance himself from him, and his former colleagues gradually became wary of him.

Now...

Jiang Chengyun held the scroll in his hand and looked at Xia Qianqian who was packing her things to leave, thinking in her heart: "For his past mistakes, does he still have a chance to redeem himself now?"

"Xia Xuezi."

When Xia Qianqian was about to leave, she was stopped by Zhu Zirong.

She turned around and said, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Well..."

Zhu Zirong hesitated, "You...you were on vacation a few days ago and were delayed in your studies. If there is anything you don't understand, feel free to come see me."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Zirong wanted to bite off his tongue.

How can such an outstanding student like Xia Qianqian be stumped by Zhuxian College’s coursework?

His words are unnecessary.

"Okay!"

Unexpectedly, there was no trace of boredom in her expression, but she promised seriously: "A few days ago, I heard that a new book was distributed, and everyone has a copy. After reading it, the students have to teach their homework."

"Yes!" Zhu Zirong nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, your books are with me, and I will get them for you later."

"No rush." ​​Xia Qianqian said politely: "You put it at Mr. Mo's door and I'll get it from him."

"Okay, don't worry." Zhu Zirong agreed.

Xia Qianqian smiled slightly, turned and left.

Classwork in the morning is finished, and classwork in the afternoon is free time.

In self-study classes, she often skips classes.

No one will hold her accountable.

She wanted to go to the 'Jia Fa' shop in the front yard to eat, but she met Geng Zhong on the way.

Geng Zhong is here, and his master will definitely be there too.

"Miss Xia, the master is waiting for you to have dinner at Han Linxuan."

How could he have time to come to the academy today?

Xia Qianqian followed Geng Zhong, entered Han Linxuan, walked along the corridor, and finally came to the front hall.

A young man dressed in moon-white brocade clothes is sitting in front of the round dining table.

On the dinner table, there are three dishes, one soup, and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks placed neatly.

And he didn't move his chopsticks. He was sitting aside, holding a letter in his hand, and looking at it attentively.

Hearing the light footsteps at the door, he raised his head from his letter. When he saw the figure at the door, his sharp eyes suddenly became softer and warmer.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, come and eat!" He greeted her.

Xia Qianqian stepped in and muttered, "You haven't had any classes recently, why did you come to the academy?"
Chapter completed!