The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 35 035: Because, as a teacher, I like Yaoyao (Jia Geng, Happy National Day~)

She didn't do anything wrong, so why do people in this house exclude her?

It was the first time that Yun Ranyue saw her in such a melancholy mood, perhaps, it was because she stayed in Lanyue Palace since she was a child, and had little contact with people. She still couldn't understand the sophistication of the world.

Wrapping her in the outer fir tightly so that she would not catch a cold, Yun Ranyue asked softly, "Does Yaoyao like them?"

"I don't like it," Nan Zhuohua replied without thinking.

"Since Yaoyao doesn't like them, why does she care what they think?"

Yun Ranyue patiently whispered softly: "People are divided into good and evil and humble. Not everyone will like him when he is born. The same is true for Yaoyao. They don't like you, and you don't like them, so don't use it." You don't care what they think, you just need to remember that if they bully you, you will pay back twice as much, don't be afraid, there is a teacher behind you."

Nan Zhuohua is very smart, and his words are clear, "Yaoyao understands, since they don't like me, I don't like them either, when we meet in the future, if they dare to bully me, I will be rude to them."

Nan Zhuohua is a blank sheet of paper, and Yunranyue is a pen. Every step of her life requires Yunranyue to teach her.

Nan Zhuohua yawned, feeling drowsy.

"Lie down and sleep if you're sleepy," Yun Ranyue helped her lie down and covered her with a quilt.

"When will Crescent Moon go back?"

"When you fall asleep, I will go back as a teacher."

Nan Zhuohua lay in bed, sleepy, muttering: "Why is Yueya always so nice to Yaoyao?"

She even believed that even if everyone in the world didn't like her, only Yueya'er would not dislike her.

Nan Zhuohua fell into a deep sleep without hearing the man's answer.

Her fingertips flicked her smooth little face, and Yun Ranyue's clear eyes were full of tenderness.

"Because, my teacher likes Yaoyao."

The sound was as soft as fog, blown away by the cold wind blowing through the wooden window, crushed into the little girl's sleep, and had a good night's sleep.
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The end of the new year is approaching, and the family is busy inside and out, preparing new year's goods for the festival. The women in the back house are also much more peaceful, busy with their respective garden affairs.

Recently, no one came to Suyin Academy to disturb Nan Zhuohua, but the years have passed quietly.

It has been snowy for several days, but today the sun is warm and the clouds are broken, and the weather is fine.

Nan Zhuohua's waist-length black hair hung loose, her small body was nestled in a floppy bed, and she was wrapped in a lazy state. The warm sunlight leaked through the window and projected on her body, leaving a body covered in fragments and mottled shadows.

Holding a jar of wine in her arms, it was just sent by Qing Yu, but Yun Ranyue promised her, and gave her a jar that was bigger than the one that was broken last time.

After drinking half a jar of wine, Nan Zhuohua's face was flushed red, his half-closed eyes were somewhat blurred, and his eyes were slightly foggy.

On the desk next to it, there was a long-haired shy flower lying on her stomach, her cat's mouth was licking the fine wine in the glass in front of her, and when she finished drinking, she stretched her neck and looked eagerly at the wine jar in Nan Zhuohua's arms.

Cat's Claw pushed the wine glass forward, the meaning was self-evident.

"Meow." Hurry up to add wine to Master Cat.

Nan Zhuohua squinted, hugged the wine jar tightly in his arms, and said solemnly: "Yue Ya'er said, too much wine hurts your stomach, you've already drank a lot, you can't drink any more."

"I'm doing this for your own good. If you drink something wrong, there is no mother cat to take care of you." After speaking, he held the wine jar and took a few sips. The wine jar was bigger than her little face, and her cheeks were slightly red from alcohol, Like a peach in March, soft and soft.

(End of this chapter)