The eldest daughter of the group pet, she is full of luck

Chapter 239
Xuaner? !
Su Qingluo also widened her eyes in shock, not knowing what to think.

"Xuan'er, I'm very happy that you can recite it."

Mrs. Zhang Wenlin's eyes dimmed for a moment, showing a bit of sternness: "However, the mistakes they made must be borne by themselves."

"They made mistakes because of me."

The little prince showed stubbornness: "Master wants to punish, just punish me alone."

"Xuan'er, you are the prince, the master has no right to punish you."

Mrs. Zhang Wenlin's eyes were condensed, bottomless: "You sit down, the others, the punishment remains the same, if you can't hand in before school in the afternoon, you are not allowed to leave the classroom."

"Master!"

"Xuan'er!"

The little prince's unwilling voice and Su Qingluo's eager stop sounded at the same time.

Su Qingluo had quick eyes and quick hands, covered the little prince's mouth before he continued to contradict his master, and carried him out of the classroom with Huya.

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Picking Star Pavilion.

Huya was ignorant and ignorant, happily running around at the little prince's feet.

Su Qingluo looked at the little prince who was still stubborn and refused to admit his mistake, with his mouth tightly pursed, sighed deeply, turned around and left sadly.

The classroom was extremely quiet, and the ten companions wrote down their pens like flying, rushing to copy poems.

Su Qingluo entered the classroom, bowed respectfully to the master, returned to his seat and sat down, and began to pick up a pen to copy poems.

From noon to after school, the classroom was as quiet as before, and no one got up to leave.

After Su Qingluo copied the poem a hundred times, she took out a stack of rice paper from her schoolbag and continued to copy.

At dusk, some people copied poems and essays one hundred times, handed in penalty papers, and left the classroom.

Su Qingluo wrote furiously, without any intention of stopping.

"I'm exhausted. After copying for a day, I finally finished copying it [-] times. My arm is almost broken."

As the sky gradually darkened, Xu Ruoxuan and Li Yunxiu shook their sore shoulders bitterly, tidied up the messy desk, and handed in two hundred hair rolls.

"Boss, it's getting dark, why don't you leave? How many copies have you copied?"

After Xu Ruoxuan handed in the paper, he turned back secretly and leaned in front of Su Qingluo.

Su Qingluo smiled calmly: "Xuan'er refuses to admit his mistake, I'll copy it for him, you go back first after copying."

"Boss, it's all our fault. I couldn't hold back my attention in class for a while, which angered my master and implicated you."

Li Yunxiu also came over with a guilty expression on his face.

"It's none of your business, it's my fault, I shouldn't let Xuan'er bring Huya to class."

Su Qingluo didn't look up, writing like flying.

Xu Ruoxuan pursed his lips and smiled bitterly: "Boss, how many times do you want to copy?"

Su Qingluo's eyes were determined: "It's my fault, naturally it can't be less than Li Haoming, at least three hundred times, including Xuan'er's share, a total of six hundred times."

"Ah! You have to copy six hundred times."

Xu Ruoxuan, Li Yunxiu, and Li Haoming, who was still writing vigorously, all exclaimed at the top of their lungs.

Mrs. Zhang Wenlin sat in front of the podium, turning the pages of the book for a moment, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

"Go back, don't make any noise."

Su Qingluo raised her eyes and glanced at the master, and continued to copy.

"Alas, all right."

Xu Ruoxuan and Li Yunxiu also followed her gaze and looked at the teacher who was sitting upright, hesitating to speak, but finally they did not dare to challenge the authority of the teacher, and left sadly.

It was very dark, and the classroom was extremely quiet, except for the faint sound of lamps and candles.

Li Haoming was extremely tired, his arms were so sore, he swallowed hard and spit, and he dared not stop.

Su Qingluo still sat upright, breathed peacefully, and wrote lines of smooth and beautiful words on the rice paper.

Mrs. Zhang Wenlin pretended to flip through the book, glanced down from the corner of her eye from time to time, and couldn't help showing some appreciation.

(End of this chapter)