Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 60

The spring night is cool.

Su Jiu looked at the young man on the bed, and saw him lying comfortably on the quilt, with his hands behind his head, and his legs crossed leisurely.

Turning her eyes on his injured arm, she finally didn't say any more, and obediently sat down in front of the desk to help him with his arithmetic homework.

Xiao Tingchen lay crookedly on the green bamboo bed, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked at the desk.

A horn lamp is lit at the corner of the desk, reflecting a warm white halo.

Through the window, the flower shadow fell gently on the little girl's fair and serious face.

Her eyelashes are long, and when she lowers her eyelashes, the shadows cast on her face are like two small folding fans.

With full lips and a natural smile, paired with harmless eyebrows and eyes, she always looks sweet and well-behaved.

It hurts so badly.

The boy looked at it for a while, then yawned, and found out from nowhere a plate of white flour steamed buns and a cup of goat's milk, got up and put them quietly in the little girl's hand.

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The golden rooster crowed, the bell rang melodiously, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the next day's class.

Today's big class is "Book", and "Book" refers to calligraphy and literature and history, because Su Jiu's school is the best top class in the whole academy, so the master's class progress is very fast.

What I want to learn today is the Qin Feng chapter in the "Book of Songs", and the master asked everyone to recite the ten poems in Qin Feng before class in the morning.

Most of the scholars started to read aloud. Su Jiu carefully spread the scrolls on the table, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and planned to copy the poems first.

Before writing, Xiao Tingchen stretched out an arm beside him.

Su Jiu raised his eyes, "My lord, can you go over there for a while? I want to copy poems."

The desks in Jinling Academy are very large, even if two people use them at the same time, it is more than enough, but Xiao Tingchen occupies more than half of the desks by himself, making it impossible for Su Jiu to write.

The boy lazily fell asleep on the desk, as if he didn't hear her words.

Su Jiu was a little angry.

She stayed up late last night to finish the arithmetic homework for him. She should be the one who should be sleepy. This person is good, but the daytime one fell asleep first!

She gritted her teeth and pushed him away, took a small brush dipped in ink, and drew a thin ink line on the table, "Master, the left side belongs to you, and the right side belongs to me, you are not allowed to cross the line."

Xiao Tingchen opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the ink lines on the table, and smiled lightly, "Tsk, Xiaojiu is so naive. Come on, I'll use this case for you, who told me to spoil you."

After all, Lalan retracted the arm that crossed the line, leaned against the back wall, covered his face with a book, and continued to doze off.

Only then did Su Jiu spread out the scroll.

Originally Xiao Tingchen had agreed to teach her how to write, but he didn't bother to teach her after two or three times. She had no choice but to follow the words on the book.

She copied it seriously, and she had just copied the second article, when there was a "shoot" next to it, and a paper dumpling flew over.

Su Jiu put down his pen, picked up the ball of paper, and turned his head to look to the side.

I saw Xie Rongjing baring his teeth and claws at her, as if asking her to open it up.

The little girl frowned and opened the ball of paper. It was Xie Rongjing who asked her to go to the government school after class in the evening to watch him fight.

She shook her head to express her refusal to go, and continued to write with a pen seriously.

Xie Rongjing was a little discouraged.

He couldn't read the crooked "Book of Songs", so he called out a few students who also entered this class with no knowledge and skill, and secretly played Pai Gow.

But I played too much Pai Gow, so I felt very boring.

He threw away the Pai Gow and saw that Su Jiu was still writing, so he approached the book with his arms in his arms, and flipped a page casually:
"Xiaojiu, please explain to me, what does this poem mean? 'I have no clothes, I share the same robe with my son', does it mean that I am so close to you that I wear a pair of pants? I like to wear red underwear, you What color do you like to wear?"

(End of this chapter)