Zhu Zirong suddenly rushed towards him with such force that all the students screamed and fled.
Xia Qianqian's pupils shrank, and her body flashed quickly. The movement was too big, and the oil paper bag in her hand almost flew out.
She caught it with her backhand and stood firm.
Zhu Zirong was not so lucky. He jumped to the ground and fell to the ground, causing a dog to chew on the mud.
For three days and three nights, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, his body and spirit reached the edge of collapse. He lay on the ground for a while, unable to recover for a long time.
"Mr. Zhu," Mo Yan stepped forward, turned him over from the ground, frowned and said, "Don't make trouble, let's go and have a rest."
Zhu Zirong was helped up, his eyes swept over the many students who were watching, and he was embarrassed and angry for a moment, "It was her who caused me to do this."
If it weren't for her, how could he have the idea of going to Nian Xianyuan?
If it weren't for her, how could he end up in this situation?
In just a few days, he went from being a highly respected person in Zhuxian College, valued by the dean, and respected by the students, to the laughingstock of the entire Zhuxian College.
Many students’ after-dinner conversations may be...
It is very likely that from now on, when he walks out of the gate of Zhuxian Academy and walks onto the street, people will point at him and talk about him.
All of this is thanks to her.
"Mr. Zhu, how can you blame me?"
She is not willing to take the blame.
Xia Qianqian looked at Zhu Zirong with cold eyes, "The dean stopped you, but you still jumped in. You also dragged other students in with you to suffer. I should blame you for being too conceited. It's none of my business."<
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"Xia Qianqian, you are... presumptuous!" No one has ever dared to confront him like this.
Zhu Zirong’s face is both white and green.
"I'm just stating the facts. How can I call it presumptuous?" She didn't show weakness and said coldly: "It's Mr. Zhu on the contrary."
There are some people and things that you must never let go of or let go.
"When I entered school, Mr. Zhu blocked me in various ways. After I entered school, you made trouble for me everywhere."
Her expression was cold and her eyes were contemptuous: "My husband and I have no enmity. Could it be that he was entrusted to do this to me?"
As soon as these words hit the ground, it was like a huge thunder sounded in the ground.
The students on the side exchanged glances and whispered timidly.
"Yes. I find it strange too. Mr. has never targeted a person like this before."
"Sir, you shouldn't do this. How can you do this to your own students just because of others?"
"..."
Zhu Zirong's face turned livid instantly, and his heart was filled with emotions.
Could it be that this girl knows something?
Looking at his expression, Xia Qianqian guessed a thing or two, "Mr. Zhu, I don't have to argue with you about what happened before, but I hope you will be careful in your words and deeds in the future to avoid getting into trouble."
The oil paper bag in her hand was cuttlefish's breakfast, and she didn't want to delay it any longer.
After finishing her words, under the awe-inspiring gazes of everyone, she turned around and walked towards the front yard.
I will go to Hanxuan Courtyard now. I wonder if he is there.
Wang Yueyue trotted to catch up and whispered: "Qianqian, you are too powerful. That gentleman was so embarrassed by you that he couldn't answer anything."
"You go back to the Guizi class first, I'll be back later."
Xia Qianqian ignored everyone's gaze and walked quickly along the corridor to Hanxuan Courtyard.
Entering the small courtyard, I called a few times, but there was no one there.
She ran to the lobby again and looked around, but there was no one there.
Hasn’t this time come yet?
She put the oil paper bag in her hand on the table in the lobby and returned disappointed.
In Guizhou class, today’s subject is calligraphy, and the substitute teacher is still Mr. Yu.
She seemed to have something on her mind today, and she felt a little uneasy during the lecture.
When writing, she was distracted and held the pen for a long time. A drop of ink fell down. By the time she discovered it, it was already too late.
"Students, practice on your own for a while first."
She put down her pen, stood up and walked to the corridor outside the house. She looked at the peach blossom forest in the courtyard for a long time, and she was lost in thought, as if she was one with it.
Behind her, Wang Yueyue secretly tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Qianqian, Mr. Yu's mood seems wrong today."
Wang Yueyue had only been at school for two days, and he also noticed something was wrong.
"Maybe. Women have those few days every month." Xia Qianqian said casually.
When Wang Yueyue heard this, she was a little confused: "How could that happen?"
"Why not."
Ancient people, if you spoke too reservedly, she wouldn’t understand you at all.
Xia Qianqian turned her face sideways and explained in a low voice: "When women come to Kuishui every month, they feel unwell and feel depressed. They will be fine in a few days."
Wang Yueyue turned red with embarrassment after being told such secret words.
"Qianqian, I don't know yet."
"I don't know?" Xia Qianqian turned her head and looked at Wang Yueyue, "Have you not been here before?"
It’s not normal for an eighteen-year-old girl to miss her period!
"Have you been here?" Wang Yueyue blushed, but she wanted to know.
"I..." Her soul has passed through this body. It has been almost two months and she has indeed not come to Kuishui.
Xia Qianqian thought about it carefully, and there was something understandable.
It would make sense for the original owner to be skinny and skinny and severely malnourished, so that his period would be delayed.
"Both of us need to recuperate!"
Another day, she went to the pharmacy and bought some nourishing decoctions to replenish her body.
While the two were chatting, Ren Yuan'er sneaked over and asked in a low voice: "Xia Qianqian, you are selling breakfast today, why didn't Mr. Hu come?"
Mr. Hu’s legs are growing on Mr. Hu’s body, what can she do?
"I don't know." She said calmly.
Ren Yuan'er was a little disappointed when she didn't see Mr. Hu when she woke up in the morning.
But seeing that he no longer pestered Xia Qianqian, she felt a little happy.
"Xia Qianqian, I have reminded you before."
Ren Yuan'er pretended to look sad and spoke in a low tone, "Young Master Hu has a beautiful face and a good family background. How could a young master like that be willing to endure hardships with you? His obsession with you will be temporary."
"What did you say?"
He raised his eyebrows and said with contempt in his eyes, "Ren Yuan'er, know your position clearly and don't wander around in class. Be careful and I will tell you sir."
When students attend class, they naturally pay attention to classroom discipline.
Mr. Yu asked him to practice calligraphy, and the others were concentrating on practicing calligraphy. However, Ren Yuan'er was not focused on her studies at all, and ran around to stir up trouble.
If Mr. Yu knows about it, he will definitely be punished.
Ren Yuan'er was threatened, so she glared at Wang Yueyue and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense. If you are careful, I will sue your husband too."
"Just sue, no matter who you are afraid of." Wang Yueyue was not afraid and said dangerously: "In the worst case, we will stand in the yard together."
Wang Yueyue was not afraid of being punished, but Ren Yuan'er's character was as gentle as a lady, and she would never allow this to happen, so she was immediately discouraged.
"Wang Yueyue, wait."
"Just wait and wait."
"..."
Listening to the childish conversation between the two, Xia Qianqian shook her head helplessly.
During lunch time, she took Yuanbao to Hanxuan Courtyard. On the table in the lobby, in addition to the regular four dishes and one soup, the oil paper bag was also there.
Xia Qianqian spread it out and saw that the pancake fruits were still there, but they had already cooled down and were a little wilted.
