i have a sword fairy

Chapter 527 Did Mister Write To Him? (Happy National Day!)
Jingzi's small hands started to touch again, and found a possible 'adultery letter'.

The woman in Confucian shirt hesitated to speak, looked at the sky, and then sighed: "Stop making trouble, I don't have the kind of letter you think, the time is coming, I have to make up lessons for the willful students."

The girl in blue muttered softly, "There is no hurry to make up the class, let them wait, what's the use of cramming temporarily, hmph, and they are eager to attend the teacher's class, and dare to have an opinion on the teacher... Yes, I can't think of it That kind of letter is more disgusting than I thought, isn't it?"

"You... Jingzi, you talk!"

Zhu Yourong rolled up the paper in her hand, and wanted to knock on Jingzi's forehead.

The little girl jumped back, her eyes lit up, and she snatched the manuscript from Zhu Yourong's hand.

"Hey, bring it here, you already feel something is wrong, there must be something wrong here!"

Jingzi opened the manuscript excitedly, as if she wanted to find a letter that was not suitable for children.

"What are you looking for, bring it quickly! This is the homework of the students in the willful class, don't mess it up."

The woman in the Confucian shirt hurriedly reached out to grab it.

The little girl in blue took full advantage of her short stature, and twisted her small body to avoid her husband's hand.

Jingzi was carrying Zhu Yourong behind her back, her eyes were bright and piercing, nailed to the pages of paper in her hand, she whispered:

"What did you say I was looking for... Mister, are you guilty? A few days ago, I realized that something was wrong with you. When I was watering the flowers for the little sisters in the flower garden, from a distance, Mr. was always in a daze while writing at his desk, and he didn't know what to say." I know who I'm thinking of..."

"Besides, Mr. sometimes writes, in the middle of writing, he suddenly stops writing, takes out some paper, stares blankly, looks at the flowers for a while, looks at the clouds for a while, and doesn't know what he is doing if he doesn't write for a long time~ Sometimes he still writes. I will cover my mouth and laugh alone, silly and happy..."

Zhu Yourong: "I..."

Jing Zi waved her hand, "I know, I know, I'm writing to him, right?"

"Give it back to me..." Zhu Yourong wanted to snatch back the stack of papers while explaining: "I didn't do anything, I was correcting my homework. Also, I... I didn't smirk..."

Speaking of the latter sentence, the voice of the woman in Confucian shirt became softer, a little unreasonable...

Sure enough, Jing Zi didn't like this, "Okay, how dare you say no, hmph, you don't know who you're thinking of, you're laughing like the stupid little girl next door, you're getting more and more nympho."

"........."

Zhu Yourong's cheeks were a little hot, she took a deep breath, tried her best to keep her jade face straight, and said solemnly, "I...I didn't."

The little girl in blue didn't eat this set, and continued to talk to herself:

"This afternoon, my husband stopped writing while writing in the study room, resting his head on his hands, looking at the clouds for a while, and staring at something on the table in a daze for a while, hum, this aroused my firm and keen suspicion..."

"Wait, what are you doing all day, little girl, why do you keep staring at me, sir, and sneaking around, I...why didn't I find you."

Jingzi pursed her lips, "I'm in the flower bushes outside the window, watering the little orchid sisters, and you didn't close the west window of the study, where did I sneak a peek? It's fair and aboveboard, what's wrong with me?"

Zhu Yourong thought for a while, then sighed: "Well, I didn't see you...too short."

Jingzi: "???"

She was furious, waved her small fist and said:

"Mr. Smelly, we've been together for so long, you didn't even see me woooo... But you didn't see me, I was staring at you. Later in the afternoon, while you were lying on the table for a morning break, sir, I quietly went up to have a look Look at the things on the table..."

"Why are you looking at my things..." Zhu Yourong frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Then what did you see?"

The little girl in blue straightened the book hat that was about to slide off, and sighed old-fashionedly when she heard this:
"Hey, I didn't see anything. Damn, I didn't expect Mr. to take such strict precautions. The table is too small, Mr.'s... is too big, lying on it, the corners of the paper are not exposed, it is really good for wind protection." The tone Can't help but envy.

Zhu Yourong: "???"

The teacher and the book boy stared with wide eyes.

After a while.

Jing Zi nimbly dodged the pursuit of a certain woman in Confucian shirts, and proudly continued to flip through the not-so-thin paper, but what she didn't expect was...

After carefully flipping through the homework manuscript, which seemed to be lazy and unfinished, she found nothing related to Zhao Rong.

Not even a single one of the love letters that are not suitable for children can be seen.

The blue-clothed girl's small eyes were full of doubts, and she looked at the Confucian-clothed woman whose chest was heaving and a little angry after being teased by her nonsense.

She couldn't help muttering:
"Well, it's impossible, why not...Sir, tell me quickly, are you hiding in some more secure place?"

The eyes of the small-breasted little girl in blue began to drift towards a certain bulging 'tight place' vaguely.

"I hide you big-headed ghost!"

Annoyed, Zhu Yourong snatched back the manuscript in Jingzi's hand, stretched out a thin index finger, and poked the stinky girl's forehead.

"Um, big-headed ghost..." The girl in blue covered her blushing forehead, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement, "It seems that it can be hidden."

"...!!!"

So, in front of this quiet and remote courtyard, the woman in Confucian shirt who had been delayed for a long time couldn't bear it anymore, rolled up her sleeves, and taught the little girl in blue a good lesson.

a while.

"Mister is angry when he sees you, so don't follow."

Zhu You Rongqu rickered orchids, and he played the red mind that was stunned. He left a word and hugged the draft of the stack of homework.

Only the aggrieved and puzzled little girl in blue was left standing in front of the door.

She rubbed her forehead with her hands, her short legs couldn't calm down, she spun around on the spot in front of the door, walking in circles, and at the same time muttered in deep thought:

"Strange, did you write a letter? Where did you hide it? Maybe it's really there... Pooh, Mr. Bad, I've learned to be bad too..."

The little girl in blue blushed and spat.

……

Zhu Yourong carried the stack of papers and walked towards the Mochi Academy.

She has a demure face and light steps.

Elegant figure, intellectual temperament like orchid.

For a while, it became the focus of all the roads in the academy, and naturally became the center of the passing crowd.

Students, scholars, academy masters...

The pedestrians passing by her, concentrated, just when they were about to pass her, turned their heads with a smile, and greeted the female gentleman in Confucian shirt who came quietly holding a stack of papers.

Along the way, Zhu Yourong responded with a smile.

Occasionally, though, she was impolitely distracted.

For example, passing a maple tree with fiery red leaves in autumn.

For example, a flock of north-returning swan geese flying from the southern sky.

Another example is the back of a certain person in the crowd on the road that resembles that person.

She would turn her head to look, with a slightly absent-minded expression on her face.

After a while, the woman in Confucian shirt held the stack of paper manuscripts in both hands, and looked away from the clouds and swan geese in the sky.

Then he tightened his grip on the things in his arms, turned around and walked into the Mochi Academy.

On the way, she seemed to whisper something to herself.

"A letter... I didn't send it to you... Come back quickly, with such a thick stack of homework, I can't finish all the corrections if you ask me, sir?"

"Really, I've been grading for several days, and my head hurts. Why did you assign so many homework to them before you left...Zhao Ziyu, you used to stay up all night, insisting on finishing all the grades..."

Paused.

"Yeah, Tzuyu is still good, so it's settled, I'll leave them to you..."

On the long corridor of the Mochi Academy, the nodding figure of the Confucian woman went away, and some lingering sounds remained in the air.

"Then, if you don't come back, I'll send you this stack of homework..."

At a certain moment, the back figure of the woman who had gone away seemed to jump up lightly.

……

Ink Pond academic management, straightforward hall.

"Teacher, do you want me to pass it on? These homework assignments."

"No, let's put it here first."

"Yes, sir."

Yu Huaijin raised her hands, bowed to salute, and left the stack of papers beside the table.

The girl had a straight face and was dressed in a neat school uniform, just like what Zhao Rong had seen in the past, she was always meticulously dressed in front of people.

At this moment, she turned around and walked off the podium, her eyes calmly glanced at the students who were sitting in rows in the willful hall.

The hall, which was filled with whispers and discussions just now, suddenly became quiet, under Senior Yu's aura and gaze.

At present, this evening calligraphy supplementary class has just started.

This afternoon, the first etiquette exam, which took the longest time among the mid-month exams, has all ended, and the students of the Willful Hall are in a state of slight relief.

Originally, they planned to take advantage of the gap between the exams, take a break, and when the autumn night came, they chatted with some interest about the situation of the etiquette exam not long ago, and the group of special students who were brought back by Meng Xuezheng. .

However, Senior Yu seemed to have seen the "high enthusiasm" of his students for the mid-month exam, so apart from anything else, he was very considerate and invited them Mr. Zhu.

Not long ago, Yu Huaijin called them to the reckless hall to gather, and after announcing the make-up lessons to them happily, the expressions on everyone's faces were very exciting...

At this moment, in the willful hall, the setting sun slanted towards the door, Yu Huaijin, who stepped down from the podium, glanced calmly at the students who were 'sitting upright', and nodded slightly.

"Huaijin, are you all here?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt who was standing with her back in front of the blackboard, pasting calligraphy and copybooks, asked casually out of habit.

Yu Huaijin paused, and glanced at a small table that was vacant at the back of the school.

On the small table, before someone left, he tidied up the books, pens, paper and inkstone.

"Mr. Ben, there is still one person short, the assessment is needed, and he is not in the academy..."

The woman in the Confucian shirt nodded and interrupted: "Oh, I know, he should only be here for two days... It's okay, Huaijin, go down, let's start the class, sir, I will tell you something today..."

"Yes."

Yu Huaijin and many students in the audience couldn't help but take another look at Mr. Zhu's beautiful figure on the stage.

How do you know so clearly...

Yu Huaijin returned to the seat in the front row, the lobby became quiet, and this evening's remedial calligraphy class began without a hitch...

In the middle of making up lessons.

Once, in the middle of a lecture, a quiet and intellectual woman in Confucian shirt on the stage lowered her head to grab a pen on the table, wrote a word, and asked casually: "I have just talked so much, this 'ancient' character, can anyone write it?" , Write some new ideas that are not rigid."

Except for Senior Yu, who is very active, everyone in the audience is of course quiet and not showing off.

And Yu Huaijin, the 'Three Good Students' in the front row, just couldn't do it right now, so she listened intently.

Zhu Yourong gently put down the pen, lowered her head and said softly, "Is there no one, then I'll whip someone up..."

The teachers showed traditional performing arts, and all the students shrank their heads.

"Yeah Ziyu..." The woman in Confucian shirt subconsciously yelled two words, and she wanted to raise her head to look somewhere behind the lobby with a chuckle, but the movement of raising her head suddenly stopped halfway, and so did her voice.

All the nervous students in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then all of them turned their eyes to the woman who was stuck on the stage.

The atmosphere in the school became silent.

Everyone's eyes are not right.

"... Oh." Zhu Yourong, who lowered his head, paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Ziyu... the student next to him came up and wrote this word."

Her expression was as usual, as if she didn't notice the strange sights from all around, she continued to raise her head to look in the direction of the empty seat in the back row of the school.

"...???"

A student surnamed Fan: I don’t deserve a name?

He, who was next to Zhao Rong, his face froze when he was smiling like a flower, and a big word 'Danger' faintly appeared on his forehead.

Zhu Yourong smiled elegantly and nodded towards him.

A student surnamed Fan reluctantly stood up with his hands on the table, and looked sadly at the empty seat next to him before leaving.

Then Fan Yushu came up to the stage with his head full of black lines under the eyes of all the students holding back their laughter...

In the front row, Yu Huaijin looked away from Fan Yushu who was passing by.

She shook her head lightly, then glanced sideways at the woman in Confucian shirt who continued to write with her head down as if nothing had happened.

……

Along with the familiar morning bell and evening drum sound from the distant mountains and forests.

This book art remedial class was over, and the quiet and serious atmosphere dissipated immediately.

Drowsy students, such as Fan Yushu, burst out with boundless energy and jumped up.

Serious and rigorous students such as Yu Huaijin quietly packed up their notebooks and copybooks, and some studious students would go to the stage to ask that gentle lady for advice on writing.

There was a chaotic sound of seat collisions and laughter in the willful hall, and the students met together and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a lot of footsteps and heated discussions suddenly came from the corridor outside the academy.

The first few students who walked out of the Willful Hall went back and forth with their small bookcases, poked their heads into the entrance, and said with a smile: "Meng Xuezheng is back, and they came back with Senior Gu from the Justice Hall. It should be that the assessment at the foot of the mountain is over. ..."

The voice in the willful hall became quieter, and many students glanced at someone's empty seat in the back row, and some students, such as Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou couldn't help but look at the people on the podium who were busy packing their things. Confucian shirt woman.

The woman in Confucian shirt focused on arranging the paper, ink, brushes and inkstones on the table, her plain hands were whiter than white paper, and she was folding the open copybook in an orderly manner.

She moves slowly and with the same grace as usual.

He didn't seem to hear the sound of someone returning from the door, didn't notice the eyes of Yu Huaijin and others, and went about his own business.

More than half of the students in the headstrong hall couldn't help rushing to the door, curious to see the excitement outside.

"Hey, Ziyu is back?"

Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped the table a little annoyed, "Damn it, I have to treat him to dinner. Mr. Zhu obviously named him, but in the end it was my son who suffered... the same thing happened with younger sister Su and Fairy Zhao when they came last time." ..."

He and Jia Tengying exchanged glances, then got up together and went outside to look for a certain mobile meal ticket.

Yu Huaijin sat in her original position for a while, glanced at the slow and undisturbed teacher, then got up and joined the crowd of spectators.

As a result, the lobby became empty, and almost only an elegant and intellectual female gentleman was left alone, slowly tidying up the desks.

Zhu Yourong lowered his head and put away a copybook, raised his hand and raised his little finger, and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

She did not look up to look beyond the door.

However, at a certain moment, upon hearing the movement from outside, the corners of the Confucian-clothed woman's lips curled up happily.

The bustle outside became louder and louder, and students from various schools went out to watch the excitement.

Not long after, in the reckless hall, Zhu Yourong finished clearing the table and case, patted Su's hand lightly, but waited quietly on the podium for a while, not in a hurry.

When the sound of footsteps and lively noises moving along the long corridor outside began to pass by the entrance of the candid hall, a certain calm woman in Confucian shirt moved.

Her husband lowered his lips, then picked up the thick stack of uncorrected homework again, rolled it in his hand, and patted it again, as if weighing its heavy workload.

He seemed to pack up and prepare to leave after class.

The very broad-minded Mr. Zhu blinked his eyes, raised his chin lightly, and walked out of the candid hall slowly, holding a thick roll of homework in his hand.

It's like... I'm going to find a very suitable person for them...

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