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Chapter 291 Sister-in-law?Wouldn't it be better
Calligraphy classes in the candid classroom continued.

According to the previously planned plan, Zhao Rong changed to a different teaching method.

Let the willful students stay in the school to practice calligraphy, and he will be the tutor in the classroom.

Zhao Rong found out before that few people seemed to carefully read and correct the homework correction comments he had written so hard.

Then I have to put it under the nose and supervise it.

at this time.

The whimsical hall was extremely quiet, with no human voice.

There are only the sound of grinding ink and the sound of a brush rubbing rough rice paper one after another.

All the students are at their desks.

Zhao Rong walked back and forth between the seats with his hands behind his back.

He looked around.

The morning sun fell from the skylight at the top of the school, shining on Zhao Rong who passed by from time to time.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at a desk and stood behind the student who was at the desk.

The student was slender. At this moment, as the sound of Zhao Rong's footsteps suddenly disappeared behind her, her shoulders shook slightly, and her wrist slanted.

The pitch-black ink stained the pure white rice paper, which has a strange beauty, but it also ruined the writing.

Seeing Li Xueyou looking like a frightened fawn, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Why are you so nervous?I won't eat you again.

Facing the painted words.

Li Xueyou shrank her shoulders, holding the writing brush in her small hand, she also shrank into her arms, and then packed it up in a hurry.

Seeing the dimpled little girl in front of him getting busier and messier, Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, walked to her desk, and helped her tidy up.

Li Xueyou grabbed the brush, lowered her eyebrows, glanced at him, and whispered as if she had made a mistake: "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head to look at her, but raised his head to the students who were watching curiously around him and said softly, "It's all right, keep writing."

The school returned to its quiet state just now.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to help Li Xueyou clean up the table, "See if it gets on you."

Li Xueyou glanced at his focused profile.

Then he put down the brush and lowered his head to check.

The little girl with dimples lowered her voice, "No, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's my fault, I didn't expect you to react so strongly, but Miss Li, why are you so shy, you are already a familiar classmate."

Li Xueyou bowed her head shyly, but immediately raised her head again, summoned up her courage and said:
"It's not because you all like to come from behind. In class, the teacher stops behind and doesn't leave. We students will be very nervous, okay?"

Zhao Rong stopped his movements, squinted, and looked at her with a slightly strange look in his eyes, but seeing the serious and innocent look on the little girl's face, he secretly said a few words of guilt.

It turned out that something was wrong with me...

Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "That's right, Miss Li is so young, she didn't expect to have such a wealth of experience, she is really beautiful and intelligent."

After being praised by him, Li Xueyou blushed, and her lips parted lightly: "There's nothing to praise about that."

Zhao Rong smiled, helped her clean up the table, clapped her hands, and was about to leave.

Li Xueyou suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, yes, I'm sorry."

Zhao Rong was curious, "What are you sorry for?"

Li Xueyou looked up at him.

"I'm apologizing for Brother Duyi. His temperament is like this. He's a little cold. If he's cold, don't get close to strangers. It's rude to barge in in the morning, but he does it because he cares about me. Mr. Zhao, in fact, Duyi Brother is very good."

Zhao Rong patiently listened to this shy little girl, thought for a while, and nodded.

He smiled casually, "It's okay, I can understand, if I see someone I like, I might be bullied, I might go too far than him..."

When Zhao Rong was talking non-stop, Li Xueyou's expression froze after he uttered a certain sentence.

She opened her eyes wide and hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, Mr. Zhao, why is someone you like being bullied?"

Zhao Rong paused.

Li Xueyou didn't wait for him to answer, and rushed to speak again, with a somewhat dumbfounding tone.

"Brother Duyi doesn't like me, um, I do the same, I just treat him as a brother. Brother Duyi...he likes my sister!"

"Huh?" Zhao Rong blinked.

Li Xueyou raised her head.

The two stared at each other.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, "I see."

He coughed lightly, "So, you are my sister-in-law?"

"Yeah." Li Xueyou lifted her chin, her tone was unprecedentedly proud.

"If you want to marry my sister, you have to pass my test. My words are more effective than my father's. My sister doesn't listen to him, she only listens to me."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, took a breath, and suddenly said:

"I see, you are my sister-in-law... wouldn't it be better!"

Li Xueyou: "???"

At the table, the little girl with dimples was dumbfounded.

Zhao Rong frowned, "I mean, with Miss Li's talent and appearance, you can find another student who is a student to be your husband. In this way, the two students who study are by your side, and you can walk sideways in the academy in the future. Uh, what do you think? Where did it go?"

"........."

Li Xueyou slowed down, quickly looked away, and looked elsewhere...

After a while, just after Zhao Rong left with a smile.

The little girl with dimples lowered her head and whispered.

"I... I'm just a mortal, where can I find such a good husband."

It's just that no one heard it.

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When she was not talking, the woman in purple with her temperament like early spring and cold March, and her frown and smile like a beautiful April day in the world, left.

She went to find her husband.

This purple-clothed woman who makes people forget the vulgarity, muttering in her mouth, with shadows in her eyes, and her caring husband is Zhao Ziyu.

On the lakeside promenade at this moment.

Yang Wuwei and Sima stood alone on both sides of the long corridor, looking back at the back of the cold woman in purple who had left.

She went in the direction they had just come from.

Sima Duyi was speechless.

Yang Wuwei smiled at the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and showed appreciation.

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. A smile can captivate a city, and then a smile can captivate a country."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head.

"Junior Brother Ziyu is really lucky. My wife is such a beautiful woman. I am overwhelmed, I am overwhelmed... Oh, if I were Junior Brother Ziyu, how would I be willing to do those tiring jobs in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the study building? They are all old-fashioned, even if You Lan Mansion begs me to go..."

"It's just a pity, no."

Yang Wuwei was talking to himself, and when he finished speaking, he smiled and shook the romantic scarf behind his head.

Sima Duyi didn't seem to hear what this elegant young man said.

Immersed in his own world, staring at the dazzling purple clothes, he was silent.

Yang Wuwei wasn't annoyed either, his face was as usual, and he was still talking to himself.

"However, Miss Zhao, it seems that there may be some small problems in her practice. Well, I have heard about it before, and it is true. It is the right number, but I don't know whether it is Xinhu or Dantian. The former seems to be more troublesome... Hey, It happens to come in handy.”

Suddenly, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had thought of some way to deal with it, the smile on his face became wider, and he glanced in the direction of the willful hall where Zhao Rong was.

The elegant young man's expression seemed to have made up his mind.

Sima Duyi ignored his companion, but slowly lowered his head, and took out a purple Confucian classic from his sleeve.

The young man with cold eyes turned a few pages and stopped suddenly.

He looked at the new verses on this page and smiled slightly.

Who said that love is hard to write, but it has not yet reached the depths.

He also has 'books' to send her.

At this time, on the waterside promenade.

A refined young man talking to himself like a chatterbox.

A silent young man with cold eyes turning the pages of a book quietly.

Two reading seeds of Lin Lu Academy with different painting styles, standing together, the strange combination, but it seems to be a strange match, there is no contradiction...

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