Jiang Ran never dreamed that after living for thousands of years, she would be punished for copying her homework one day, and not just once or twice, but directly starting from fifty times. The key point was that she had to write it out one by one with a brush.
Jiang Ran, who has long been accustomed to and mastered modern printing technology and the immortal spirit imprinting technology, said that the head is not as big as usual.
After two hours of copying, I could only copy less than ten times. I was still far away from the target. What was even worse was that Qing Jue was still traveling around the island 200 times and couldn't find anyone to help.
It can be said that in all the disciples' courtyards in the West Campus today, apart from the sound of writing and copying books, nothing else can be heard.
Thinking of the deadline for handing in his homework tomorrow morning, Jiang Ran felt a sense of urgency that he had not seen for a long time. He only focused on writing paper and words. He didn't even notice when anyone came into the room until a bowl of hot medicine appeared in front of him.
Only then did she see the white figure standing in the room for who knows how long.
"Little Lotus, you are here." She raised her head and said hello, then immediately buried her head back and continued copying.
"Ah Ran, what are you doing..." Fan Chen glanced at the paper on the table and saw that it was a certain exercise, "Are you practicing?"
"Yes, it will be handed in tomorrow morning." She nodded and her men copied faster.
Fan Chen frowned, but didn't mean to stop her. He just handed the bowl in his hand to her again, "Drink the medicine first, and it won't be too late to copy it later."
"Oh." Jiang Ran did not put down the pen in her hand. She continued to copy with one hand and took the medicine bowl with the other hand. Without even looking at the dark medicine, she just took a sip and drank. The urgency of handing in her homework made even her
After returning to the original body, the accompanying side effect of dizziness and fear of bitterness did not occur, and I did not even feel the bitter taste, so I put down the empty bowl and copied faster.
Fan Chen did not leave. Instead, he helped him sort out the copied papers next to him, as if he was waiting for something.
Jiang Ran didn't pay attention at first, until a sudden feeling of fatigue rose up, and his eyelids couldn't stop drooping, and then he suddenly reacted and turned to look at the person next to him, "You added Ningshen Grass to this medicine.
?!"
"Yes." Little Lotus nodded, her expression still as gentle as water.
Her expression changed, she grabbed his hand and said, "No, you can quickly cast a heart-purifying spell on me."
"Why?" He said with some disapproval, "The Ningshen Grass helps the efficacy of the medicine and is beneficial to your body."
But the key is that she can't sleep yet!
She wanted to explain, but her head became more and more dizzy, and her vision began to blur. She only had time to say, "And, fifty times...homework!" Then she fell asleep with her head down.
Seeing that her head was about to hit the desk, Fan Chen took action at the right time and grabbed her forehead. He hesitated for a moment, leaned over and picked up the person at the desk, carried her into the back room, and carefully placed her on the bed.
He stood quietly by the bed for a while, until he confirmed that the medicine was working and slowly nourishing her meridians, he pressed the corner of the quilt and walked out with confidence.
Returning to the desk where I was just now, I glanced at the densely packed exercises on the table. This was a low-level entry-level exercise. It was not complicated, but most low-level exercises were like this. But thinking about Jiang
Ranlin still kept thinking about copying before she fell asleep. Could it be that this matter... is very important to her?
He thought for a while, then stepped forward, picked up the pen on the table, sat down, and continued to copy the other person's content. It was not difficult to do it fifty times.
So, what was originally an impossible task was successfully completed with someone's help.
Then……
Being arrested the next day is typical!
The former princess of the Six Realms, a powerful god-killer, with a face that was thousands of years old, was carried out of the classroom like a little chicken by Director Qiu, and stood at the door for punishment. She also stood and ran around all night.
After running two hundred laps, Qing Jue came to class with dark circles under her eyes.
"It's so outrageous!" Director Qiu's angry sparks were sprayed all over the faces of the two of them. His eyes were like knives, but he glanced directly at Qing Jue next to him, "Isn't the two hundred lap penalty too little? Let you
You still have enough energy to go back and help others copy their homework, right?"
What?
Qingjue, who was sprayed bloody: "..." Meow meow meow?
"...No." Jiang Ran understood. He thought his homework was copied by Qing Jue, so he couldn't help but explain, "Master, in fact she didn't..."
"Why not?" Qiu Zhen glared directly over, her face getting even more angry, but she didn't know what she thought of. She suppressed it again and endured it before saying, "Do you think there is such a thing as two kinds of handwriting for one homework?
It’s something, Master, can’t I not see it?”
If the master had not told him yesterday that he should carefully teach the Fengtian Princess, because the Zhentian Pavilion would probably be biased towards the Emperor of Heaven in the future, so her existence would be crucial to the future of the pavilion. He would not have taken the time to check.
The princess was punished to copy her homework, and the results were shocking at first glance.
He took a deep breath and said with a heartbroken expression, "Your Highness, I know that you have not yet entered Taoism and your constitution is different from others, so I only arranged for you to be punished by copying half of others. Master's purpose is not for this amount.
, but for you to correct your attitude towards practice. No matter how good the relationship between you two is, you should not lie to each other. Even if you don't actually finish writing it fifty times, it doesn't matter. When it comes to practice, it is for yourselves, not
For the sake of my husband!"
"Uh..." Jiang Ran couldn't help but continue to explain, "But Qingjue really didn't write it for me."
"All the disciples in the West Campus didn't leave their rooms last night. You two are the only ones living in your room." Qiu Zhen obviously didn't believe it. He glanced at the two of them with clear logic and said, "If it's not her, then tell me, who else could it be?"
I don’t know who helped you cheat?”
Qingjue: "..."
Jiang Ran: "..."
The little · couldn’t carry · Lian · happened to be passing by · Hua: “…”
It's just...a little bit embarrassing.
Qiu Zhen, who had her back turned to him, was still trying to pull Jiang Ran back who had gone astray, "If it weren't for her, Your Highness, give me a name and who copied it for you, you just need to tell me
, I punished him five hundred times."
"……"you sure?
Jiang Ran glanced at someone who was frozen behind him, and then at the indignant Master Qiu in front of him. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he had to compromise and replied, "Master, do you think it's possible...I mean...
Is it possible that the handwriting is different and I copied it with my left hand or while sleepwalking?" Leave yourself a way out, Master!
"Master Qiu."
It was too late. Fan Chen interrupted the conversation between several people. His voice was still as moist and soft as before, but it was obviously deeper. If you weren't a familiar person, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference easily.
But Jiang Ran could tell immediately that he was really angry.