She just felt that this was another major crisis in her short "fox life". She was deceived by Zhao Rong and fell into the den of thieves, and could no longer escape.
When you meet someone who is not kind, woo woo woo.
Zhao Rong looked ashamed and a little embarrassed.
He looked at the little girl who was about to cry and took a step forward.
While holding her in his arms, he rubbed her little head.
Su Xiaoxiao ignored her at first, but later she still hugged her lover.
Not long after.
Seeing that it was late, Zhao Rong had already been with Xiaoxiao all morning.
He coughed lightly, hinting at something.
Su Xiaoxiao pretended not to hear.
Zhao Rong said directly: "Okay, Xiaoxiao, the game is over, we should get down to business."
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, "What's the business?"
"What's the matter?"
"What, what, what's the business?"
"..." Zhao Rong opened his mouth and stopped the matryoshka.
The little fox demon continued to nest the dolls and muttered: "If you don't say anything about it, how can I know about it?"
Zhao Rong was speechless, "Stop, stop, stop going around, your tongue will be tied."
Before, she forced him to get up and study, but she vaguely agreed to many requests.
For example...after reading the book.
She promised to be a female celebrity for Zhao Rong.
At this moment, in the wooden house in the bamboo forest, in front of the desk.
Zhao Rong hugged Su Xiaoxiao into his arms to prevent her from running away.
He hugged her from behind, and they sat on top of each other on a chair.
Zhao Rong glanced at the jade flute still held by the beautiful lady in his arms, blinked, and whispered in her ear:
"Well, I heard that someone has learned a new musical instrument and is very talented in music theory. How about I teach you a new musical instrument as well?"
Su Xiaoxiao: “…”
Zhao Rong smiled brightly.
A little fox demon who just wants to be a talented woman and knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting feels something is wrong.
She said nonchalantly: "What...what musical instrument?"
Zhao Rong tightened his arms tightly around the chubby little one in his arms, lowered his head, took her small and exquisite soft white ear beads in his lips, sucked lightly, blew hot air and sucked hard again.
Some sounds broke the tranquility in the quiet study room illuminated by the early morning sun.
The beautiful woman in her arms trembled, and then she struggled, but it was just a symbolic effort.
He soon fell into Zhao Rong's arms.
Zhao Rong tightened her grip again.
It feels like an aftertasteful sweetness, light and refreshing, with a bit of milky flavor.
Just like after taking a milk bath, without wiping it off, a woman's skin will naturally be immersed in the wonderful taste of skin care.
It's as sweet as sugar.
This was the familiar smell of Su Xiaoxiao's sweat.
The tip of Zhao Rong's nose was still filled with her pleasant fragrance.
This stupid girl's body is probably due to the fox tribe's innate charm and ability to serve men's fetishes.
Or she is naturally beautiful, naturally beautiful, and is the most wonderful person in the world.
The small and delicate body is like a cup of magic potion that seduces Zhao Rong into committing crimes and makes him burn.
Zhao Rong casually hugged, smelled, and tasted it, and he couldn't help but want to ask for more.
This stupid little fox demon is simply trying to seduce people to death without repaying their lives.
The most important thing is that every time she looks stupid and innocent, shouting, please, please, please, please, please, please...
The little fox demon was confused: "Uh-huh...uh~"
So he buried his head in his trembling neck again and took a deep breath.
Then some domineeringly took the entire little ear into his mouth, wishing he could smash it into pieces and swallow it in his stomach.
At the same time, he whispered in Su Xiaoxiao's ear, his words a little unclear:
"Little author, if you write again, the book will be gone."
"…………"
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"Teacher, do you want me to pass them on? These homework assignments."
"No, let's just... put it here."
"Yes, sir."
Yu Huaijin held up his hands, bent down to salute, and left the stack of manuscripts beside the table.
This girl had a straight face and was dressed in a neat student uniform. She was the same as what Zhao Rong had seen in the past. She was always meticulously dressed in front of others.
At this time, she turned around and walked off the podium, her eyes calmly sweeping around the students sitting in rows in Sui Xing Hall.
The hall where some whispers and discussions had just arisen suddenly became quiet, under the aura and gaze of Senior Yu.
Right now, the evening calligraphy class has just started.
This afternoon, the first etiquette test, which was the longest among the mid-month exams, was all over, and the students of Suixing Hall were breathing a sigh of relief.
Originally, they planned to take a break during the exam break. When the calm autumn night came, they talked with some enthusiasm about the recent etiquette exam and the group of special students who were brought back by Meng Xuezheng.
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However, Senior Yu seemed to have seen the "high enthusiasm" of his students for the mid-month exam, and without saying a word, he was very considerate and invited Mr. Zhu for them.
Not long ago, Yu Huaijin called them to gather in Suixing Hall, and happily announced to them that they would make up lessons later. The expressions on everyone's faces were very exciting...
At this moment, in Suixing Hall, the setting sun was shining slantingly on the door. Yu Huaijin, who stepped down from the podium, calmly glanced at the circle of students who were sitting at attention, and nodded lightly.
"Huaijin, are everyone here?"
The woman in Confucian shirt, who was standing in front of the blackboard with her back turned and posting calligraphy copybooks, asked casually out of habit.
Yu Huaijin paused and glanced at a small empty table at the back of the school.
On the small table, someone neatly packed up the books, pens, paper and inkstones before leaving.
"Mr. Geng, there is still one person left. The assessment needs it and he is not in the academy..."
The figure of the woman in Confucian shirt nodded and interrupted: "Oh, I know, he should only be here for the past two days... It's okay. Huaijin, come down, let's start class. Sir, I will teach you today..."
"yes."
Yu Huaijin and many students in the audience couldn't help but take another look at Mr. Zhu's beautiful figure on the stage.
How do you know so clearly...
Yu Huaijin returned to his seat in the front row, the lobby became quiet, and the evening calligraphy class began smoothly...
Make-up lessons midway.
One time, in the middle of a class, the quiet and intellectual woman in Confucian shirt lowered her head, picked up a pen on the table, wrote a word, and asked casually: "I just talked so much, can anyone know how to write the word 'ancient'?"
, write some new ideas that are not boring."
Everyone in the audience, except for the very active Senior Yu, was of course quiet and unobtrusive.
And Yu Huaijin, the "three good students" in the front row, didn't know how to do it at this time, and listened quietly with concentration.
Zhu Yourong put down his pen gently, lowered his head and whispered softly: "Is there no one here? Then I'll draw someone up..."
The teachers showed off their traditional skills, and all the students shrank their heads.
"Hmm Tzuyu..." The woman in Confucian shirt subconsciously yelled two words. She smiled lightly and was about to raise her head to look somewhere behind the lobby. However, the movement of raising her head suddenly stopped midway, and so did her voice.
All the nervous students in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then all their eyes turned to the woman who was stuck on the stage.
The atmosphere in the school became quiet.
Everyone's eyes looked strange.
"...Oh." Zhu Yourong, who lowered his head, paused and nodded slightly: "Tzuyu...the student next to you, come up and write this word."
Her expression remained normal, as if she didn't notice the strange glances from around her, and she continued to raise her head and look in the direction of the empty seat in the back row of the school.
“…………???”
A student named Fan: I don’t deserve a name?
He was standing close to Zhao Rong. His face, which had been snickering and turning into a smile, froze, and there was a big word "danger" faintly on his forehead.
Zhu Yourong smiled elegantly and nodded towards him.
A student named Fan reluctantly stood up with his hands on the table. Before leaving, he glanced sadly at the empty seat next to him.
Then Fan Yushu faced the laughter of the students in the hall and took the stage with black lines on his head...
In the front row, Yu Huaijin looked away from Fan Yushu who was passing by.
She shook her head slightly, and then glanced sideways at the woman in scholar's shirt who continued to write with her head down as if nothing had happened.
…
As the familiar sound of morning bells and evening drums came from the distant mountains and forests.
This calligraphy remedial class was over, and the quiet and serious atmosphere suddenly dissipated.
The drowsy students, such as Fan Yushu, suddenly burst into endless energy and jumped to their feet.
Serious and rigorous students such as Yu Huaijin quietly packed up their notes and copybooks, and some studious students even went up to the stage to ask the gentle female gentleman for advice on writing questions.
There was a commotion of chairs clashing and laughter in Suixing Hall, as the students gathered together and prepared to leave.
At this moment, there were suddenly a lot of footsteps and heated discussions in the corridor of the academy outside.
The first few students who walked out of Suixing Hall carried small book boxes and came back again. They looked into the door and said with a smile: "Meng Xuezheng is back, bringing Senior Gu from Zhengyi Hall with them. It should be that the assessment at the foot of the mountain is over."
…”
The sound in Suixing Hall became quieter. Many students glanced at someone's empty seat in the back row. Some students, such as Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, couldn't help but glance at the students on the podium who were immersed in packing their things.
Woman in Confucian shirt.
The woman in Confucian shirt was arranging the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table with concentration on her face. Her bare hands were whiter than white paper and she was folding the spread copybook in an orderly manner.
She moved slowly and gracefully as usual.
It seemed that he didn't hear the sound of someone returning from the door, didn't notice the eyes of Yu Huaijin and others, and just did his own thing.
Most of the students in Suixing Hall couldn't help but rush to the door, curious to see the excitement outside.
"Hey, Tzuyu is back?"
Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, then he clapped his hands on the table in displeasure, "Damn it, I have to let him treat me to dinner. Mr. Zhu clearly asked his name, but in the end it was me who suffered... Sister-in-law Su and Fairy Zhao were the same last time.
…”
He and Jia Tengying looked at each other, then stood up together and went outside to look for a certain moving meal ticket.
Yu Huaijin sat in his original position for a while, looked at the teacher who was slow and unremarkable, then stood up and joined the crowd watching the fun.
As a result, the lobby became empty, except for a certain elegant and intellectual female gentleman, who was slowly arranging the desk.
Zhu Yourong lowered his head to put away a copybook, raised his hand and raised his little finger, tucking a strand of hanging hair behind his ear.
She didn't look up at the door.
However, at a certain moment, when she heard the noise coming from outside, the corners of the woman's lips curled up happily.
The excitement outside became louder and louder, and students from various schools went out to watch the excitement.
Not long after, Zhu Yourong finished clearing the table in Suixing Hall, patted his plain hands gently, and then waited quietly on the podium for a while, not in a hurry.
When the footsteps and bustling sounds moving along the corridor outside began to pass by the entrance of Suixing Hall, a calm and composed woman in a scholar's shirt moved.
Her husband lowered his lips, then picked up the thick pile of uncorrected homework again, rolled it up in his hand, and patted it, as if weighing its heavy workload.
It seemed that he was packed up and ready to leave after class.
Mr. Zhu, who is very broad-minded, blinked his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and walked out of Suixing Hall slowly, still holding a thick volume of homework in his hand.
Like... I need to find a very suitable and destined person for them...