i have a sword fairy

Chapter 276 Teacher, where am I growing up?I'm still very young!
Dangerous!
Zhao Rong was a big policeman in his heart, but at this moment, he was willing to catch him without a fight, and Zhu Yourong was at a disadvantage.

He raised his hand to cover his head, leaned back hard, looked at her vigilantly, and spoke righteously.

"Zhu Yourong, seeing that you are older and you are a woman, I am respectful and respectful, so I gave in just now, but you are still complacent, aren't you addicted to playing?"

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves, put his right hand in front of his belly, "And a gentleman doesn't move his hands, you..."

He paused in his speech, glanced at the half-smile eyes of the Confucian shirt woman in front of him, and the wobbly paper in her plain hand, and swallowed his words.

It's just that Zhao Rong still looked unhappy.

"Okay, I figured it out. You gave up your title of gentleman just to ambush me today. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Zhu Yourong leaned on the table, looked at Zhao Rong with her head tilted, and saw that he was deflated at this moment, she opened her willow eyes slightly, and the tip of her eyes was about to turn up, her ferocious face, and the complex expression mixed with some disappointment almost collapsed Lose.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong, and nodded slightly in his heart.

I thought that he always had a calm and calm appearance, even when he occasionally jumped out, his demeanor was calm.

It turns out that he would also be anxious... This is... cuter.

How did Zhao Rong know that he would be labeled with such shameful and strange labels by the woman in front of him who said "not a gentleman, just use her mouth".

He was aggrieved at this time, and the tone of dissatisfaction was accusing Zhu Yourong of crimes.

"Zhu Yourong, this young master knows it. From the time I entered the academy to now, all the hardships I have suffered are all due to you. Your little school boy likes to do it, and your precious disciple also likes to do it. Is it because the fine traditions from you have been carried forward here?"

Zhu Yourong was slightly stunned. Hearing this statement, she gritted her silver teeth, breathed in and thought for a while, and immediately glanced at Zhao Rong's face.

The woman in the Confucian shirt asked tentatively, "Thank you for the compliment?"

"..." Zhao Rong put down his hands and straightened his back, "You..."

But in an instant, before he could say a word, the light board made of paper manuscripts fell down.

Snapped----!
Zhao Rong hurriedly covered his forehead again, and looked at her with a strange gaze, "Zhu Yourong!"

Gritting his teeth, he said every word.

"Call me teacher, no big or small." With a straight face, Zhu Yourong stretched out a slender onion finger, and poked Zhao Rong's forehead, but it wasn't heavy, and he avoided the reddish spot he just patted.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't notice so much, he frowned, "Didn't it mean that we have a relationship of the same generation in private?"

Zhu Yourong danced the board in Wu's hand, "You also know that we are peers, if this continues, you will be riding on the teacher's head."

Zhao Rong hesitated to speak.

Snapped--!
Zhu Yourong patted his forehead again, then raised his plain hand, opened it, and raised five fingers.

Then, she tilted her head slightly and thought for a while, then put down her thumb again.

Four fingers raised.

"Just now, it was me, your yin and yang strange energy teacher." At this time, Zhu Yourong put a jade finger on the board and calculated the account.

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the remaining three slender jade fingers, "..."

In the next second, his body moved suddenly and he dodged back, but.

Snapped--!
Very fast, still accurate hit.

"This time, it's a beating. Ziyu, you have no respect for your elders. You don't regard me as your teacher... Your eyes are aiming at random."

One jade finger was pulled off by her, and there were still two pretty fingers left.

Zhao Rong stiffened his neck, did not give in, and stood firm, "Zhu Yourong, I still suspect that you are aiming at me randomly. If you don't aim at me as a student, how do you know that I am aiming at you as a teacher?"

"Well, it makes sense." Looking at the hero in front of him, Zhu Yourong nodded slowly.

Snapped--!
"But it's talking nonsense. It's the same fallacy as before, and Ziyu is begging for a beating. Well, this time it doesn't count. You gave it back for nothing."

In front of Zhao Rong's eyes, there were still two jade fingers standing upright.

"???"

Zhao Rong found sadly that no matter how he hid in the house, Zhu Yourong would appear by his side in the next second, handing over the board gracefully.

Snapped--!
Zhu Yourong said slowly:
"This time, I'm slapping you for misinterpreting the meaning of the words of the most holy teacher. He said that women are difficult to raise, and there is a sentence behind it, 'If you are close, you will not be inferior, and if you are far away, you will complain'. You clearly know it, but you still take it out of context. The woman here , referring to the wives and concubines next to the 'owner'...I am your teacher."

Of the two jade fingers, one was slowly lowered, but in the next second, the other one was slowly lifted back up.

"No, it doesn't count this time, I have to add it."

With a snap, his forehead touched the scroll again, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhu Yourong.

"Huh?" She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Zhao Rong looked away bitterly.

"En." Zhu Yourong nodded in satisfaction, one jade finger was pulled off, and the last one was left, Zhu Yourong waved it in front of Zhao Rong who turned his head away from looking at her.

It looks a bit small.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, "If you want to kill, hurry up, if I frown, blink my eyes, and swallow my saliva, I'm not Zhao Ziyu!"

Zhu Yourong stared at the man in front of him who did not bow his head to the evil force, and couldn't help nodding.

Snapped--!
So he acted more decisively, giving the hero a good time.

The last slender index finger that stood up was finally put down.

Zhu Yourong held the paper in his hand, put his hands behind his back, raised his chest, and stood on the edge of the table. Liu Mu glanced at Zhao Rong, hummed softly, and explained:

"This time, hum, Ziyu, you actually said that the teacher is big, how can I be big? I'm still very young!"

"Huh???" Zhao Rong was startled when he heard the words, and turned his head, staring intently at the breasts of the woman in Confucian shirt who looked like a teacher.

The more he looked, the more he frowned, and finally he couldn't help muttering: "Is this still young?"

People say no?
Zhu Yourong, who was putting on airs and looking away with her hands behind her back, raised her eyebrows when she heard Zhao Rong's rebuttal.

She turned her head and glared at Zhao Rong, "It's not long after my birthday, the teacher is definitely not old, so don't talk nonsense, I'm still very young!"

"Ah?" Zhao Rong was dubious, he thought for a while, "Ban Jiazi...isn't too young, this..."

"Huh?" Zhu Yourong leaned forward with his upper body, squinted at Zhao Rong, and ground his silver teeth.

Zhao Rong could clearly hear the creaking sound between the teeth.

She is aggressive and has a ferocious expression. If she raises her two paws again, she can become a 'tooth and claw'.

Seeing Teacher Zhu who seemed to have blown his hair in front of him, Zhao Rong had no doubt that as long as he dared to shake his head again, she would pounce on him in the next second and give him a good place to sip.

'Hero' Zhao Rong blinked, then nodded quickly, like pounding garlic.

"Not big, not big, definitely not big..."

The woman in the Confucian shirt held her chest up, her eyes bright, she looked at Zhao Rong who had succumbed, and nodded in satisfaction. On this issue of age, she argued with reason and never backed down.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, staring at the two cafeterias where Zhu Yourong's mouth was not big at all, but very small, some enviable bastard in the future, swallowed, and some common sense about him in the past had formed in his mind shaken.

Mr. Zhu, are you sure there is no overbuilding in violation of regulations, half a Jiazi, this scale is really not big at all?

I don't read much, don't lie to me...

"Even if it's not big, it looks very tired..." Zhao Rong couldn't help but argue in a low voice.

Zhu Yourong was startled: "???!!!"

Her willow eyes widened, and she suddenly turned her head to stare.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he woke up suddenly...he reacted.

At this time, the two looked at each other.

You look at me, I look at you.

Eyes wide open.

Time ticks past.

The air in front of the desk was once plunged into extreme silence.

Even the thick-skinned Zhao Rong had never felt so embarrassed.

Cough, what we said, should, probably, maybe, maybe...wrong!It's 100%, the same thing... right?

If this is not right, Zhao Rong has no doubts, not only will he not be able to eat today, he will not even think about Zhengguan well water, let alone let Zhu Yourong make tea, it is estimated that [-]% will be in soup.

next moment.

Zhao Rong's brows furrowed sharply, his face suddenly realized, his eyes stared at Zhu Yourong sincerely, and he said in a serious tone:
"I was thinking about it just now, Yourong, you have just passed half a year, and you are already a half-step Nascent Soul. Compared with this age, you are indeed not old, not at all, sister Yourong, you are still young Very good!"

With a gentle voice, Zhao Rong nodded affirmatively.

Zhu Yourong was expressionless.

At this moment, she no longer put her hands behind her back, but folded her hands on her chest, listening quietly without speaking, Liu Muzai carefully looked at Zhao Rong's expression.

It seems to be looking for something.

It's just that the latter's expression is very sincere.

"Ziyu, do you really think so?"

Zhu Yourong's voice was calm.

The hard-bodied man who was still muttering 'If you frown, you're not Zhao Ziyu' could not help but frown and said, "Isn't this a simple common sense on the mountain?"

Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while, and then she looked away from him,

She raised her chin lightly, narrowed her willow eyes, looked out of the sunny window, and suddenly said, "By the way, what did Ziyu call me just now?"

Zhao Rong said decisively, "Teacher Zhu."

There was no hesitation.

The hero who was strong before finally bowed his head to the evil forces in front of him.

In front of the table, a woman in a Confucian shirt suddenly reached out her hand and touched Zhao Rong's head. Her eyes were curved, her red lips curled up, and she nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, Ziyu."

At the same time, the cool skin of her palm gently rubbed his reddish broad forehead that was patted.

Zhao Rong couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes when he was suddenly patted on the head.

Resisting some kind of impulse, he was ready to lean back and break free from this shameful posture...

Squeak——————!
The door was pushed open from the outside, accompanied by a surprised voice.

"Sir, you... what are you doing?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

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PS: In fact, in these few chapters, Xiaorong is very happy to code... Maybe many brothers feel bored, but Xiaorong finished coding with a smile, and I feel that I have found some fun in coding...

Well, being so conceited, Xiao Rong deserves to be thrown into the street~

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