Now seeing a noisy room, he could only feel the veins on his forehead jumping...

The teacher was angry. No matter how big the grievances were, they had to be resolved after class, otherwise... everyone invariably remembered their father's half-smiling face, trembled all over, and found their seats to sit down.

Carrot head Ximen Hao was also led out by his servants.

"Wait a minute, Xiang Xue." The old master said, "How is your handwriting?"

Xiang Xue felt a rare guilty conscience, feeling that she was really ashamed of Yu Dongting's extremely expectant eyes: "This..." He handed over the results of his hard work until midnight last night, and took a few steps back in an instant.

"You, you, you, you are a child who cannot be taught!" As expected, Yu Dongting's face immediately turned from red to black, and his trembling fingers pointed at the glyph-like fonts: "It's been half a month, why are you still looking like this! Here you go!

I’ll go aside and practice calligraphy!”[

"Puch, you deserve it!"

Without even looking at Ximen Lei who was gloating about his misfortune, and without any trace of embarrassment on his face, he picked up the book and walked to the small wooden table that was left alone on the right.

When it comes to sensitivity to pistols, whether it is a Beretta 92F or a Colt M2000, it can be said that no one can match her. But if she is asked to write orthodox regular script with a soft brush... it is not that she has tried hard, but

Facts speak louder than words. If God gives you an apple, there will definitely be a worm in it.

"The kindness should be light and then strong. If it is strong first and then fades away, people will forget their troubles."

"Click, click."

"Without learning, there is no way to broaden one's talents; without one's tranquility, there is no way to achieve learning..."

"Click, click."

"A gentleman is poor, but a villain is poor too..."

"Click, click."

"Ximen Xiangxue!" An old face completely changed color and roared angrily.

He raised his head and stopped nibbling on the apple diligently. His face was full of doubts, but there was a naughty smile in his eyes: "Ah? Teacher, I didn't mean it!"

"You know you're wrong?" Hearing the sweet admission, Han Bing's face softened, but who knew that the next sentence would make him angry again.

"Next time when we have breakfast, Xiang Xue will definitely remember to get another one for you, teacher!" He smiled and took another bite of the crispy apple: "Crack."

"Go to the private room and face the wall!" No longer caring about his scholarly demeanor, Yu Dongting roared angrily, leaving no trace of his composure.

Ximen Ying watched Xiang Xue walk out, a flash of amusement flashed in his eyes. His face was bitter, but his slightly raised eyebrows and crooked eyes looked like he had succeeded in his plan.

It seems that the future Jingxi Prince's Mansion will not be as boring as he imagined.

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Zhu Wanxiang, who was waiting in the side hall, saw that her young lady had come out a long time ago, carrying a half-eaten apple in her hand, and she thought about it. Of course she knows best what kind of temperament the people who serve every day are like.

I was panic-stricken for a moment, fearing that if this matter spread, someone would make a big fuss again.

Xiang Xue didn't think so, and with a few words he persuaded the eldest girl to go back to Tangyuan to accompany her mother to relieve her boredom. He called it "face the wall obediently and change over a new leaf", but in fact he started making faces not far from the door of the classroom.

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"Facing the wall? Are you kidding me? You worked so hard to sneak out. I would be sorry for myself if I didn't wander around."
Chapter completed!