"You dare to laugh at me, believe it or not, I will tell my father..."
"Your dad, your dad, what else can you do besides looking for your dad?" Qian Zhuye rubbed his ears irritably: "Your dad was seriously injured and hasn't gotten up yet. You'd better stop tormenting your dad and let him rest in peace.
"
"You actually..."
"Oh... no, it's rest." Qian Zhuye laughed.
Gao Qi's cheeks were red with anger and he glared at Qian Zhuye, then his eyes fell on Ye Qianning.
Sang Zhi took a step forward to block Ye Qianning, and his gray eyes met Gao Qi's.
Gao Qi was angry at first, then dull, and then scared. Hearing that looking into the eyes of the Eighth Prince would bring bad luck, Gao Qi took two steps back, turned around, pushed aside the crowd, and walked out of the school.
Sang Zhi glanced around with squinted eyes. The students in the school immediately lowered their heads and turned around to walk out of the school.
Although it was a rumor, those gray eyes looked strange.
Sang Zhi stretched out his hand to straighten her pen-holding posture, no longer holding her hand while writing.
"Hehe." Qian Zhuye laughed.
Sang Zhi was also stubborn. When she changed her mind, he raised his hand and moved it back for her, going back and forth for a cup of tea without even writing a single word...
Sang Zhi left with a dark face.
"You know how to appreciate." Ye Qianning praised.
"you have not?"
"Then I'll go." Qian Zhuye ran out of the door after saying that.
"Of course."
Sang Zhi was very perseverant at first, but later on, the more he saw her, the more dishonest she became. He threw away the pen angrily: "If you don't change after repeated admonishment, I won't teach you any more."
"Are you complimenting me?"
"...I'm afraid the entire academy is gone." Qian Zhuye was depressed. He even waited for her to go to the cafeteria with him, but he didn't expect someone to bring her food.
"Am I being punished?" Ye Qianning picked up the chopsticks and said, "If you don't go to the canteen, your meal will be over."
"This is the first time I've seen someone make the Eighth Prince so angry." Qian Zhuye watched Sang Zhi walk out the door, looked back and lay on the table in surprise.
"Let's go." Ye Qianning said happily.
"That's how I write it."
Ye Qianning has never overcome her stubborn temper. She didn't expect Sang Zhi to be so perseverant. Now it's not just a matter of stubbornness, it has become a matter of face in her mind.
Ye Qianning hummed a ditty happily and kept writing.
Ye Qianning is a stubborn person. As he writes, he moves his fingers and changes back to his favorite posture.
"Miss." Rowan walked up with the food.
Qian Zhuye just looked at the two of them being stubborn, their foreheads were a little dark. If the master hadn't noticed, he would have changed his hands and finished copying for her.
Sang Zhi turned around and saw her changing back to her original posture: "This is wrong."
"There's someone actually bringing you food?"
Sang Zhi changed the way she held the pen, and she changed her mind after writing a word or two, and then she shook her head proudly, and her little body swayed with joy.
Ye Qianning put down her brush and stretched, looking at today's meal. Yes, there was also pork ribs.
A smile appeared on Ye Qianning's lips, she lowered her head and took back the brush on the rice paper, took out the ink-stained rice paper, replaced it with a new one, and continued writing.
Ye Qianning stared at the figure that was almost teleporting. Qian Zhuye was very tall. She was the same age as Sang Zhi and was a head taller than him. She was just above his chest.
Looking at this trend, he will definitely be over 1.8 meters tall in the future. He looks really handsome. He will definitely be even more handsome than Qian Fanji when he grows up. Qian Jia’s genes are really good.
