Chapter 275 Teacher, where am I so big? I'm still very young!
Danger!
Zhao Rong was very alarmed, but at this time he was not willing to let go and he would be at a disadvantage to Zhu Yourong.
He raised his hands to cover his head, leaned back hard, looked at her warily, and spoke righteously.
"Zhu Yourong, seeing that you are older and a woman, I respect my elders and respect my courtesy, so I gave in just now. But in the end, you were so complacent, weren't you, addicted to beatings?"
Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and raised his right hand in front of his abdomen, "Besides, a gentleman talks but never moves. You..."
He paused in his words, glanced at the half-smiling look of the woman in Confucian shirt in front of him, and the shaky paper she held in her bare hands, and swallowed his words.
But Zhao Rong still looked unhappy.
"Okay, I finally understand. You gave up the title of gentleman just to ambush you today. How can I be so damn good?"
Zhu Yourong leaned on the table and turned her head to look at Zhao Rong. Seeing that he was deflated at this time, her eyes opened slightly and the ends of her eyes were about to rise. Her complex expression of fierceness and disappointment was about to collapse.
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong and nodded slightly in his heart.
I thought he had always been calm and calm, even when he occasionally jumped out, he still behaved calmly.
It turns out that he can be anxious too...which is actually...cuter.
How did Zhao Rong know that he would be labeled with these strange and shameful labels by the woman in front of him who was 'not a gentleman and uses her hands and mouth'.
He was now indignant and dissatisfied with the accusation against Zhu Yourong.
"Zhu Yourong, I understand that you have contributed to all the hardships I have suffered since I entered the academy. Your little book boy likes to do things, and your precious disciples also like to do things.
Is it that the fine traditions passed down from you have been carried forward by me?"
Zhu Yourong was slightly startled. When she heard this statement, she gritted her silver teeth, took a breath and thought for a while, then glanced at Zhao Rong's face.
The woman in Confucian shirt said tentatively: "Thank you for the compliment?"
"..." Zhao Rong put down his hands and straightened up, "You..."
In an instant, before he could say anything, the light board made of rolled paper fell down.
Snapped!
Zhao Rong quickly covered his forehead again and looked at her with a strange look, "Zhu Yourong!"
Gritting his teeth, he spoke word by word.
"Call me teacher, big or small." Zhu Yourong said with a straight face, stretched out a slender green finger, and poked Zhao Rong's forehead, but it was not heavy, and he avoided the reddish area he just took a photo of.
It's just that Zhao Rong didn't notice so much. He frowned, "Didn't you say that we are equals in private?"
Zhu Yourong danced the board on his hand and said, "You know that we are the same generation. If you continue like this, you will be riding on my head, teacher."
Zhao Rong was about to speak but stopped.
Snapped!
Zhu Yourong patted his forehead again, then raised his plain hand, opened it, and raised his five fingers.
Then, she tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and then put down her thumb.
He raised four fingers.
"That moment just now, it was me, your yin and yang weird teacher." At this moment, Zhu Yourong put a jade finger on his plate and settled the account.
Zhao Rong stared blankly at the three remaining slender jade fingers, "..."
The next second, his body suddenly moved and he ducked back, but...
Snapped!
Very quickly, still hitting accurately.
"This time, it's a beating. Ziyu, you have no respect for your superiors. You don't treat me as your teacher...your eyes are darting around."
One jade finger was pulled off by her, leaving two pretty fingers standing.
Zhao Rong frowned, unyielding, and said with a steely voice, "Zhu Yourong, I still suspect that you are looking at me randomly. If you don't look at me as a student, how do you know that I am looking at you?"
"Well, that makes sense." Looking at the hero in front of him, Zhu Yourong nodded slowly.
Snapped!
"But he's talking nonsense. He's talking the same nonsense as before, and Tzuyu is asking for a beating again. Well, it doesn't count this time. You got it for nothing by talking back."
There are still two jade fingers sticking up.
"???"
Zhao Rong discovered sadly that he could not hide from her board. No matter where he hid in the house, Zhu Yourong would shrink down to his side in the next second and hand him the board with an elegant posture.
Snapped!
Zhu Yourong said slowly:
"This time, I mean that you have misinterpreted the meaning of the words of the Holy Master. He said that women are difficult to raise. There is also a sentence at the end, 'If you are close, you will feel inferior, and if you are far, you will resent'. You clearly know that, but you still take it out of context. The woman here
, refers to the wives and concubines beside the 'master'... I am your teacher."
One of the three jade fingers was slowly lowered, but in the next second, the other one was slowly raised and restored.
"No, it doesn't count this time, I have to add one more time."
There was a snap, and his forehead came into close contact with the paper roll again. Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhu Yourong.
"Huh?" She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Zhao Rong turned his gaze away bitterly.
"Yes." Zhu Yourong nodded with satisfaction. One jade finger was pulled off, and the last one was left. She placed it in front of Zhao Rong who turned his head and waved it.
It looks a bit small.
Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, "If you want to kill me, I'll cut you into pieces quickly. If I frown, blink, or swallow my saliva, I'm not Zhao Ziyu!"
Zhu Yourong stared at the man in front of him who refused to bow to the evil forces, and couldn't help but nod.
Snapped!
So he struck more decisively and gave the hero a good time.
The last slender index finger that stood up was finally put down.
Zhu Yourong held the paper in his hand, put his hands behind his back, raised his chest and raised his head, and stood at the table. He glanced at Zhao Rong with his eyes, hummed softly, and explained:
"Now, huh, Ziyu, you actually said that the teacher is older, but why am I older? I'm still very young!"
"Huh???" Zhao Rong was startled when he heard this. He turned around and stared intently at the busty breasts of a woman in a scholar's shirt who looked like a teacher.
The more he looked, the more he frowned, and finally couldn't help but mutter: "Is this still young?"
People say no?
Zhu Yourong, who was putting on airs and looking away with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows when he heard Zhao Rong's retort.
She turned around and glared at Zhao Rong, "It's just past my birthday. The teacher is definitely not old. Don't talk nonsense. I'm still very young!"
"Ah?" Zhao Rong was dubious. He thought for a moment, "Half a year old... is not young anymore. This..."
"Huh?" Zhu Yourong leaned forward with his upper body, stared at Zhao Rong with squinted eyes, and gritted his teeth.
The creaking sound between the shell's teeth could be clearly heard by Zhao Rong from a distance.
She is fierce and has a ferocious expression. If she raises two paws again, she can make a 'baring her teeth and claws'.
Seeing Teacher Zhu who looked like he was going crazy, Zhao Rong had no doubt that as long as he dared to shake his head again, the next second, she would pounce on him and give him a good place to bite.
‘Hero’ Zhao Rong blinked and nodded quickly, as if he was pounding garlic.
"Not big, not big, definitely not big..."
The woman in Confucian robes, with her breasts puffed out and her bright eyes looking at Zhao Rong who had surrendered, nodded with satisfaction. On this age issue, she argued with reason and never backed down.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and stared at the two cafeterias where Zhu Yourong's mouth was not big at all and the small one was a certain enviable bastard in the future. He swallowed and had some doubts about some of his past common sense in his mind.
shake.
Teacher Zhu, are you sure there is no illegal overbuilding? Half a century, this scale is really not big at all?
I don’t study much, please don’t lie to me...
"Even if it's not big, it still looks very tired..." Zhao Rong couldn't help but defended in a low voice.
Zhu Yourong was startled: "???!!!"
Her eyes widened and she turned her head sharply to stare.
When Zhao Rong saw this, his eyelids twitched, and he suddenly woke up... and realized what he was doing.
At this time, the two looked at each other.
You look at me, I look at you.
Big eyes and small eyes.
Time ticks by.
The air in front of the desk once fell into the ultimate dead silence.
Even Zhao Rong, who has a very thick skin, has never felt so embarrassed.
Ahem, what we are talking about is should, probably, maybe, maybe...no! It's 100% the same thing...right?
If this didn't suit his lips, Zhao Rong had no doubt that not only would he not be able to eat and walk around today, he would not even think about getting water from the Zhengguan well. Not to mention letting Zhu Yourong make tea, he would probably have to make a soup.
next moment.
Zhao Rong's brows suddenly widened, his expression suddenly dawned on him, he stared at Zhu Yourong sincerely, and said in a serious tone:
"I just thought something wrong, Yourong, you have just passed half a century, and you are already half a step into the Nascent Soul. Compared with your age, you are indeed not that old, not at all. Sister Yourong, you are still young.
Very good!”
Zhao Rong had a gentle voice and nodded in affirmation.
Zhu Yourong's face was expressionless.
At this time, she no longer held her hands behind her back, but folded her arms across her chest, listening quietly without speaking. Liu Muzi looked at Zhao Rong's expression carefully.
It seems that he is looking for something.
It's just that the latter's expression is very sincere.
"Tzuyu, do you really think so?"
Zhu Yourong's voice was calm.
The tough-minded man who had previously said, "If you frown, you're not Zhao Ziyu," he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Isn't this simple common sense in the mountains?"
Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while, then looked away from him,
She raised her chin slightly, squinted her eyes slightly, looked out the sunny window, and suddenly said: "By the way, what did Tzuyu just call me?"
Zhao Rong said decisively, "Teacher Zhu."
Not a trace of hesitation.
The previously strong-willed hero finally bowed to the evil forces in front of him.
At the table, a woman in a scholar's robe suddenly stretched out her hand and touched Zhao Rong's head. Her eyes were crooked, her red lips were slightly raised, and she nodded with satisfaction, "I'm here, Ziyu."
At the same time, the cool skin of her palms gently rubbed his broad, reddish forehead.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye when he was suddenly touched on the head.
He resisted a certain impulse and prepared to lean back to break away from this shameful posture...
Squeak!
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a surprised voice came along with it.
"Sir, you...what are you doing?"
Zhu Yourong: "......"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
PS: I finally made it up, no need to mess around, two chapters, 6,200 words...
Dear brothers who were waiting for the update, I'm sorry, it was supposed to be four hours early, but I was still a few hundred words short of nine o'clock, but I couldn't hold on, and fell asleep in a daze, and I just finished typing when I woke up.
(Actually, Xiaorong had a lot of fun coding these daily chapters... Maybe many brothers found it boring, but Xiaorong finished the coding with a smile, feeling that he had found some fun in coding...
Well, if you are so self-indulgent, you deserve to be attacked by Xiaorong~)