I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

"Classmate, don't get excited yet." Lu Siyin shouted at Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang ignored her and walked straight towards Lu Jingshu. Under everyone's surprised, shocked and fantasy eyes, he shouted again clearly: "Teacher."

Now everyone heard it clearly and no longer dared to believe in this world...

Is Mr. Zheng's respectful and somewhat flattering tone real?

Lu Jingshu looked calm and said calmly: "You and I only have a master-disciple relationship for a week. Now there is no need to call me teacher."

From then on, it was difficult for everyone to understand the conversation between the two.

Zheng Lang said stubbornly: "Don't say a week, even if it's just one day, you will still be my teacher from now on."

Lu Jingshu knew she couldn't defeat him: "...Okay."

Zheng Lang: "We said goodbye two years ago, and the teacher has been staying here?"

He saw that Lu Jingshu was wearing a school uniform, and he was puzzled. He didn't want the olive branch from Peking University two years ago, so he had to come here and become a high school student?

Forget it, the teacher’s thoughts cannot be guessed.

Lu Jingshu said "hmm" and then said: "Absolutely."

Zheng Lang turned his attention to Lu Siyin next to him and asked, "Is this...?"

Lu Siyin replied shamelessly: "Your uncle."

"..."

You are not willing to let go of any of the things that take advantage of you.

Lu Jingshu was speechless for a moment, then explained: "My sister."

Zheng Lang reacted and looked at Lu Siyin with a friendly look in his eyes: "Then this call of uncle is indeed appropriate."

After saying this, he met a pair of shameless eyes full of expectation.

Zheng Lang: "..."

After a pause, he said belatedly: "Uncle."

"Hey." Lu Siyin was obedient and his face was thicker than the city wall.

Lu Jingshu glanced at Xu Zichen, who was stunned on the spot with his pupils shaking, and asked casually: "What's going on?"

Only then did Zheng Lang remember the business. He took out the unusual-quality paper from his assistant, pointed to the calligraphy on it and said, "This calligraphy is very similar to yours."

Lu Jingshu lowered her eyes and glanced at it, and recognized that it was a piece of writing she had written to Mr. Pei that day.

She sneered inexplicably: "This is not mine."

Xu Zichen raised his eyes to look at her and heard Lu Jingshu's unspeakably casual tone: "I can't write something so ugly."

Xu Zichen: "..."

However, Zheng Lang nodded and said, "I think so. I just suspect that someone copied it and handed it to me."

"Someone" Xu Zichen stiffened: Just give me your ID number!

She preemptively said: "Cousin, this is what I wrote. If you want, I can write another one for you. There is no need to go to such trouble to frame me."

Xu Shuyan couldn't stand it anymore and scolded: "Lu Jingshu, how can you be so shameless and disrespectful to Mr. Zheng, and still want to occupy your sister's works?"

Lu Siyin felt that there was something wrong with her brain. Didn't she hear Zheng Lang shouting "teacher" all the time? How could he be happy?

"Oi," Lu Siyin shouted directly, "Her sister is here. Why does she want to occupy me? Why didn't I know?"

Xu Shuyan frowned and said impatiently: "It's none of your business."

Lu Siyin said: "Hey, didn't you hear Zheng Lang calling me uncle? It's not my business, but it's yours? If you're so nosy, you have to taste it even if the dung truck passes by. You still speak so rudely , you won’t survive tomorrow!”

Xu Shuyan: "..." Do you want to hear who is speaking?

Considering that there were so many people present, she couldn't lose her composure, so she could only glare at Lu Siyin, but as it turned out, it seemed to be of no use at all.

Zheng Lang didn't look very good at this time, and said to Xu Shuyan: "Madam, please don't rant until the matter is clear. I know better than anyone whether this word is imitating my teacher. Even the place where I paused the pen. The length and thickness of the lines and direction are almost exactly the same, so my suspicion is not unreasonable.”

He then asked Lu Jingshu: "Can you still find the scrap manuscript of this calligraphy?"

Lu Jingshu looked at him without saying anything.

Zheng Lang: "..."

Okay, I almost forgot. Every time she gets excited, she will write anytime and anywhere. If she succeeds, that's fine. If she doesn't, she will never write a second time.

That moment of feeling and inspiration is often fleeting and never found again.

Calligraphy sometimes values ​​not only skills, but is closely related to people's state of mind.

Lu Jingshu told him so.

"It's not that troublesome," Lu Siyin started tearing the umbrella apart: "Can't we just let the two of them write it again?"

Although a person may have some subtle differences every time he writes, his writing habits are always different, and these differences are often evident in the fonts.

Principal Gu thought it was feasible and asked those present: "What do you think?"

Zheng Lang was the first to speak: "If the teacher is willing, I agree."

The others looked at each other, this was indeed the fastest way at the moment.

Xu Zichen's body swayed, and he was extremely frightened.

If I really had to write it again, I would definitely expose myself.

If she was found to have taken Lu Jingshu's things, all her efforts would be in vain.

Xu Zichen glared at Lu Siyin and the others from a place where no one else could see them. His overwhelming resentment could breed ghosts.

Why did he finally take their place, but now he was destroyed by them?

Killing her father didn't count, but now he wanted to kill her?

If it weren't for protecting Lu Siyin, he wouldn't have lost his father since he was a child.

Xu Zichen's heart was full of hatred, and he wished he could cut Lu Siyin into pieces on the spot. If looks could kill, Lu Siyin would have died thousands of times.

Lu Jingshu didn't speak. She glanced around the crowd watching the excitement. After a moment of silence, she slowly walked towards Xu Zichen. A pair of emotionless eyes fell on her who was trembling slightly.

Getting closer and closer, Xu Zichen avoided Lu Jingshu's direct gaze, broke out in cold sweat on his back, and froze in place motionless.

Her face and lips turned white, but her eyes were stubbornly red.

When Lu Jingshu was only a few centimeters away from her, she stopped, leaned forward, and the two of them were very close. She opened her lips and said in a voice that only they could hear: "If you tell the truth, I will take the initiative to help you explain. As for Zheng Whether Lang will accept you as his disciple or not, I won’t interfere.”

Xu Zichen knew that she was excusing herself, but she would not completely believe it, so she mocked: "Why should I believe you?"

Lu Jingshu curled her lips indifferently: "Do you have any other choice? Otherwise, what if I wait until you are exposed in public that you took my things?"

Xu Zichen couldn't understand her purpose and asked strangely: "Why do you want to help me?"

Lu Jingshu narrowed her eyes coldly and warned: "You are too annoying, just don't make trouble again in the future."

Otherwise, how could she study for the college entrance examination if she was jumping around in front of her eyes like a flea all day long?

Xu Zichen: "..."

She had no choice but pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

Unfortunately, at this time, Xu Zichen misunderstood and thought that he would not cause trouble for her, so he automatically left Lu Siyin alone.

After making the deal, Lu Jingshu said in a low voice: "It won't happen next time" and took two steps back.