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"..." Zhu Yourong couldn't help but said, "What's the point of following, you've never followed before."

The Confucian shirt woman blinked her eyes.

The little girl in blue nodded flatly, "Oh, then I want to go with you today, and meet Sister Yu by the way."

Zhu Yourong paused for a moment, then said:

"The students who went to Dali for the assessment haven't come back yet. Their Fengchan assessment should be over. We will wait for Meng Zhengjun to bring him...they come back and they are all there before continuing with the assessment of other classes."

"Oh, I know, they didn't come back, sir, why are you explaining this to me, are you trying to say something?"

The little book boy in blue raised his face, his big eyes were full of doubts.

The big-breasted female gentleman in someone's mouth: "..."

She choked for a while, and couldn't help but said helplessly: "Then why are you still following, what's there...to be on guard."

Jingzi crossed Xiaoman's waist with both hands, and said confidently, "I'm afraid that someone's heart will fly away. From now on, even the clever and cute book boy and the excellent and sensible sister Yu will be left behind."

Zhu Yourong had a headache, "Hey, what are you talking about... how is it possible..."

As she spoke, she turned her eyes away.

Jingzi imitated Sister Yu, with a stern face, and stretched her little hand forward:

"Hand it over and let me check."

Zhu Yourong bit her lip, under the evening sun in front of the door, her delicate lips, which had never been painted with rouge, were bright red, like delicious red cherries, when a man saw it, he couldn't help but want to take a bite.

"Hand over what, check what?"

"Love... letter, it's written to that guy, don't think I don't know, let me see, what's written, is there anything I shouldn't read."

"..."

You shouldn't watch it...meaning it's not suitable for children?

The Confucian shirt woman was speechless for a long time, then shook her head, and said softly: "No, don't talk nonsense, I'm a teacher, why write letters to students for no reason."

Jingzi let out a long sigh, and said with emotion: "Hey, you know it too, why did the gentleman commit the crime knowingly?"

Looking at her, Zhu Yourong tightened his grip on the paper in his arms, and said seriously: "I don't have any."

Jing Zi quietly glanced at the stack of manuscripts in Mr.'s arms, pressing his chest, and continued:

"I'm not easy to deceive. It's not that weak and stupid little fox demon in the next door who was fooled around by some scumbag and talked to him."

Zhu Yourong pinched the tip of her nose, and shook her head with a serious face, "Jingzi, you are not allowed to say that about a little girl, and you are not allowed to use such a metaphor."

The little girl in blue hugged the woman in the Confucian shirt who was pinching her nose, wrapped her arms around her, raised her head, and said seriously with a small face:

"Is it wrong? Don't you think that you can fool Jingzi, sir. Although she is not very tall, she is smart, well-behaved and cute. She wants to protect him and prevent him from doing stupid things."

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Chapter 526 Did Mr. write to him?

Jingzi's small hands started to touch again, and found a possible 'adultery letter'.

The woman in Confucian shirt hesitated to speak, looked at the sky, and then sighed: "Stop making trouble, I don't have the kind of letter you think, the time is coming, I have to make up lessons for the willful students."

The girl in blue muttered softly, "There is no hurry to make up the class, let them wait, what's the use of cramming temporarily, hmph, and they are eager to attend the teacher's class, and dare to have an opinion on the teacher... Yes, I can't think of it That kind of letter is more disgusting than I thought, isn't it?"

"You... Jingzi, you talk!"

Zhu Yourong rolled up the paper in her hand, and wanted to knock on Jingzi's forehead.

The little girl jumped back, her eyes lit up, and she snatched the manuscript from Zhu Yourong's hand.

"Hey, bring it here, you already feel something is wrong, there must be something wrong here!"

Jingzi opened the manuscript excitedly, as if she wanted to find a letter that was not suitable for children.

"What are you looking for, bring it quickly! This is the homework of the students in the willful class, don't mess it up."

The woman in the Confucian shirt hurriedly reached out to grab it.

The little girl in blue took full advantage of her short stature, and twisted her small body to avoid her husband's hand.

Jingzi was carrying Zhu Yourong behind her back, her eyes were bright and piercing, nailed to the pages of paper in her hand, she whispered:

"What did you say I was looking for... Mister, are you guilty? A few days ago, I realized that something was wrong with you. When I was watering the flowers for the little sisters in the flower garden, from a distance, Mr. was always in a daze while writing at his desk, and he didn't know what to say." I know who I'm thinking of..."

"Besides, Mr. sometimes writes, and in the middle of writing, he suddenly stops writing, takes out some paper, stares in a daze, looks at flowers for a while, looks at clouds for a while, and doesn't know what he is doing if he doesn't write for a long time~ Sometimes he still writes. I will cover my mouth and laugh alone, silly and happy..."

Zhu Yourong: "I..."

Jing Zi waved her hand, "I know, I know, I'm writing to him, right?"

"Give it back to me..." Zhu Yourong wanted to snatch back the stack of papers while explaining: "I didn't do anything, I was correcting my homework. Also, I... I didn't smirk..."

Speaking of the latter sentence, the voice of the woman in Confucian shirt became softer, a little unreasonable...

Sure enough, Jing Zi didn't like this, "Okay, how dare you say no, hmph, you don't know who you're thinking of, you're laughing like the stupid little girl next door, you're getting more and more nympho."

"..."

Zhu Yourong's cheeks were a little hot, she took a deep breath, tried her best to keep her jade face straight, and said solemnly, "I...I didn't."

The little girl in blue didn't eat this set, and continued to talk to herself:

"This afternoon, my husband stopped writing while writing in the study room, resting his head on his hands, looking at the clouds for a while, and staring at something on the table in a daze for a while, hum, this aroused my firm and keen suspicion..."

"Wait, what are you doing all day, little girl, why do you keep staring at me, sir, and sneaking around, I...why didn't I find you."

Jingzi pursed her lips, "I'm in the flower bushes outside the window, watering the little orchid sisters, and you didn't close the west window of the study, where did I sneak a peek? It's fair and aboveboard, what's wrong with me?"

Zhu Yourong thought for a while, then sighed: "Well, I didn't see you...too short."

Jingzi: "???"

She was furious, waved her small fist and said:

"Mr. Smelly, we've been together for so long, you didn't even see me woooo... But you didn't see me, I was staring at you. Later in the afternoon, while you were lying on the table for a morning break, sir, I quietly went up to have a look Look at the things on the table..."

"Why are you looking at my things..." Zhu Yourong frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Then what did you see?"

The little girl in blue straightened the book hat that was about to slide off, and sighed old-fashionedly when she heard this:

"Hey, I didn't see anything. Damn, I didn't expect Mr. to take such strict precautions. The table is too small, Mr.'s... is too big, lying on it, the corners of the paper are not exposed, it is really good for wind protection." The tone Can't help but envy.

Zhu Yourong: "???"

The teacher and the book boy stared with wide eyes.

After a while.

Jing Zi nimbly dodged the pursuit of a certain woman in Confucian shirts, and proudly continued to flip through the not-so-thin paper, but what she didn't expect was...

After carefully flipping through the homework manuscript, which seemed to be lazy and unfinished, she found nothing related to Zhao Rong.

Not even a single one of the love letters that are not suitable for children can be seen.

The blue-clothed girl's small eyes were full of doubts, and she looked at the Confucian-clothed woman whose chest was heaving and a little angry after being teased by her nonsense.

She couldn't help muttering:

"Well, it's impossible, why not...Sir, tell me quickly, are you hiding in some more secure place?"

The eyes of the small-breasted little girl in blue began to drift towards a certain bulging 'tight place' vaguely.

"I hide you big-headed ghost!"

Annoyed, Zhu Yourong snatched back the manuscript in Jingzi's hand, stretched out a thin index finger, and poked the stinky girl's forehead.

"Um, big-headed ghost..." The girl in blue covered her blushing forehead, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement, "It seems that it can be hidden."

"...!!!"

So, in front of this quiet and remote courtyard, the woman in Confucian shirt who had been delayed for a long time couldn't bear it anymore, rolled up her sleeves, and taught the little girl in blue a good lesson.

a while.

"Mister is angry when he sees you, so don't follow."

Zhu You Rongqu rickered orchids, and he played the red mind that was stunned. He left a word and hugged the draft of the stack of homework.

Only the aggrieved and puzzled little girl in blue was left standing in front of the door.

She rubbed her forehead with her hands, her short legs couldn't calm down, she spun around on the spot in front of the door, walking in circles, and at the same time muttered in deep thought:

"Strange, did you write a letter? Where did you hide it? Maybe it's really there... Pooh, Mr. Bad, I've learned to be bad too..."

The little girl in blue blushed and spat.

……

Zhu Yourong carried the stack of papers and walked towards the Mochi Academy.

She has a demure face and light steps.

Elegant figure, intellectual temperament like orchid.

For a while, it became the focus of all the roads in the academy, and naturally became the center of the passing crowd.

Students, scholars, academy masters...

The pedestrians passing by her, concentrated, just when they were about to pass her, turned their heads with a smile, and greeted the female gentleman in Confucian shirt who came quietly holding a stack of papers.

Along the way, Zhu Yourong responded with a smile.

Occasionally, though, she was impolitely distracted.

For example, passing a maple tree with fiery red leaves in autumn.

For example, a flock of north-returning swan geese flying from the southern sky.

Another example is the back of a certain person in the crowd on the road that resembles that person.

She would turn her head to look, with a slightly absent-minded expression on her face.

After a while, the woman in Confucian shirt held the stack of paper manuscripts in both hands, and looked away from the clouds and swan geese in the sky.

Then he tightened his grip on the things in his arms, turned around and walked into the Mochi Academy.

On the way, she seemed to whisper something to herself.

"A letter... I didn't send it to you... Come back quickly, with such a thick stack of homework, I can't finish all the corrections if you ask me, sir?"

"Really, I've been grading for several days, and my head hurts. Why did you assign so many homework to them before you left...Zhao Ziyu, you used to stay up all night, insisting on finishing all the grades..."

Paused.

"Yeah, Tzuyu is still good, so it's settled, I'll leave them to you..."

On the long corridor of the Mochi Academy, the nodding figure of the Confucian woman went away, and some lingering sounds remained in the air.

"Then, if you don't come back, I'll send you this stack of homework..."

At a certain moment, the back figure of the woman who had gone away seemed to jump up lightly.

……

Ink Pond academic management, straightforward hall.

……

"Teacher, do you want me to pass it on? These homework assignments."

"No, let's put it here first."

"Yes, sir."

Yu Huaijin raised her hands, bowed to salute, and left the stack of papers beside the table.

The girl had a straight face and was dressed in a neat school uniform, just like what Zhao Rong had seen in the past, she was always meticulously dressed in front of people.

At this moment, she turned around and walked off the podium, her eyes calmly glanced at the students who were sitting in rows in the willful hall.

The hall, which was filled with whispers and discussions just now, suddenly became quiet, under Senior Yu's aura and gaze.

At present, this evening calligraphy supplementary class has just started.

This afternoon, the first etiquette exam, which took the longest time among the mid-month exams, has all ended, and the students of the Willful Hall are in a state of slight relief.

Originally, they planned to take advantage of the gap between the exams, take a break, and when the autumn night came, they chatted with some interest about the situation of the etiquette exam not long ago, and the group of special students who were brought back by Meng Xuezheng. .