After dinner, Nanya took Nan Lin to the study to report.

The study room continues the style of Nanning pine, which is very antique. One wall is covered with books, and on the other wall is a pair of strong and powerful characters, "Words must be deeded, and deeds must be resolute."

Calligraphy and painting, antiques, jades... Nanya and Nan Lin have seen a lot of these things from their father, but their father never allowed them to touch them, and he never taught them to appreciate them. Both of them were laymen.

Nan Song was sitting, flipping through a book of "Miscellaneous Notes" in his hand, and listening to Nanya recite the family rules indifferently.

Nanya didn't memorize a hundred house rules yesterday. Today, in order to deal with Nan Song, she reluctantly memorized them. However, she was cramming and didn't remember them well, so she memorized them all with great difficulty.

"Have you finished memorizing it?" Seeing her stop, Nan Song raised his head slightly.

Nanya nodded, with a well-behaved and timid face, "I'm sorry, eldest sister, I couldn't memorize them all. But don't worry, I have memorized all these family rules and will abide by them."

"That's the best. Do the math yourself. How many are missing?"

Seeing Nan Song pick up the ruler, Nanya was shocked. She thought Nan Song just wanted her to have an attitude, but she never expected that she would actually take action against her.

"S-Sister..." Nanya subconsciously put her hands behind her back, sweating nervously, "You don't really want to hit me, do you?"

Nan Song raised his eyes lightly, "Otherwise, do you think I'm teasing you?"

Nanya's face tightened, and her whole body started to panic.

Nan Lin stood behind her, watching this scene, and couldn't help but feel nervous: the eldest sister has changed a lot from before. She used to be a sunny and warm-hearted eldest sister, but now she exudes a coldness and is not easy to get close to.

"There are a hundred family rules in total. If you memorize 70 of them, miss 30, and make 14 mistakes, according to the rules I set for you, you should be beaten 44 times."

Nan Song was like the ancient Bao Qingtian who was selfless and ruthlessly sentenced, "stretching out his hand."

Nanya resisted ten thousand times, but she still couldn't resist Nan Song. She received forty-four blows from the ruler and watched helplessly as her white palms turned from red to purple and swelled up like swollen buns.

She was in pain and aggrieved, crying, tears streaming down her face, and her red and swollen hands and arms began to tremble.

The fingers are connected to the heart, this is really heartbreaking pain.

"Go back and apply medicine."

Nan Song returned the ruler to Nanya without any hesitation, "Continue to come to me tomorrow night to recite, the rules remain unchanged. If you are not afraid of pain, just feel free to be lazy and perfunctory with me."

She cast her gaze on Nan Lin's face again, "Nan Lin is the same, you have to abide by my rules when you live here. Come over tomorrow night with your second sister and ask me to recite the house rules."

"Yes." Nan Lin responded subconsciously, and then raised her hand slowly, "Sister, I...I have passed it."

Nan Song and Nanya both looked towards Nan Lin, Nanya's face was full of shock as she cried.

"What? You've already memorized it?"

Nanya tried her best to wink at Nan Lin, signaling her not to act rashly. Now Nan Song is not the big sister who doted on them when they were young, but a completely vicious executioner.

Nan Lin didn't seem to understand Nanya's eyes, she opened her round eyes and looked at Nan Song innocently.

"When the second sister recited the family rules today, I came with her."

Nan Song nodded, sent Nanya away, and called Nan Lin over, "Come back and listen."

She took the book she had just read halfway and continued reading.

Nan Lin eased the nervousness in her heart and recited all the 100 house rules smoothly and smoothly, just like she memorized the text when she was at school, without even a word being wrong.

Comparing it with Nanya who was stumbling just now, there is a complete difference between a top student and a bad student.

"good."

Nan Song praised Nan Lin as much as he should, and looked at Nan Lin with interest, "I remember that you were always good at studying. You got a first-class scholarship when you were admitted to S University. You majored in jewelry design, right?"
Chapter completed!