Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

It's a pity that the smile doesn't have a hint of spring snow melting.

"May I ask how Lord Shangqing plans to punish Young Master Ce?"

"Different teachers have different private rules, and the freshmen who are new to the school will follow Professor Lin's punishment plan for the time being, three army sticks, and a hungry dinner."

The highest executive officer of the academy blinked, and looked at the two newcomers indifferently. It was the first time in the ten years since he was assigned to serve in the academy after Qin Duocheng was named Shangqing by a soldier without bloodshed at the age of twelve. .

The woman who had a pretty smile on her face was exuding air-conditioning all over her body, and her spoiled son, Ce, had a sunny face with an ugly expression of a dead relative.

Didn't see the deep meaning of Yan Ce's expression, Shangqing winked at the young man again, pursed his lips and chuckled lightly, jokingly said: "Ling Shi's love for Young Master Ce is really strong, I thought it was seeing my siblings, pure sister Kind of like a brother."

Then, a faint killing intent permeated the air.

"So...is that so?"

Lingshi's smile is kind and friendly, and the corners of his mouth are raised as if from the heart.

On the side, Yan Ce grabbed the ponytail in front of the woman's chest, and said seriously: "Is there anything we can do in private, okay?"

"... let go of your hands."

Ling Shi shattered the teacup, the sharp fragments did not hurt the skin at all, the tea flowed from the fingers to the palm, moistening the cuffs.

Ling Shi glanced at the young man indifferently, his rationality successfully defeated the tyrannical impulse, and then he stared deeply at Shangqing who was puzzled, as if he wanted to remember the position of every pore of her, got up and walked out of the office.

Immediately afterwards, the door was slammed heavily.

The young man consciously approached Teacher Lin, who was holding a big stick in his hand. The dangerous spirit who was about to go berserk finally left in consideration of the overall situation, but whether he would retaliate afterwards, then... for sure, this woman is not so magnanimous.

"let's hit……"

Yan Ce tried his best to control the situation when Ling Shi was not completely enraged and applied for a beating to minimize the losses.

"Dare to be brave, you are a man."

Lin Jiaoxi laughed, crossed the "reform and new stick", and pressed the sunny boy who looked like a chicken in comparison on the desk.

"Teacher, does it hurt?" Yan Ce swallowed.

"It doesn't hurt."

Lin Jiaoxi replied casually, speaking very naturally, this kind of question should have been answered quite a few times.

"Ow-!!!"

Accompanied by the "Boom, Boom, Boom——" smashing sound, there were distorted and out-of-toned screams from the office.

"Tsk..."

Standing outside the office, Ling Shi, who was out of sight and out of mind, leaned against the door with his arms folded, and his pupils were filled with resentment.

After waiting for the screams to fade away, she calmly opened the door and entered.

Yan Ce, who could no longer stand upright, was lying on the desk, his face turned blue, and the school officials beside him were still commenting on the force and strength of the three sticks, completely ignoring that he was educated by "the stick of no love in the world" on the desk The three good boys who want to be immortal.

Yan Ce said weakly, "It's almost there."

"Young Master Ce, please go to rest. It is best not to get wet these two days, or it will hurt very much. If you can go to the ground tomorrow, you can come to the office to formally meet the teacher." Gan Shangqing kindly reminded, "It is best to keep up with the current situation." The progress of the course, otherwise you will be severely punished. Only geniuses can have privileges in the academy, and His Highness must work hard to prove himself."

"Well, if His Royal Highness Fusu's body is not too weak, she should go to the palace to study, and she would not invite Mr. Fei to teach her."

The woman who controlled the academy was slightly dissatisfied with Han Fei when she spoke. They are also highly educated. One can become an emperor's teacher, and the other can only practice teaching without discrimination in the academy. It's not that it's not good to live like this. It's just that the senses are a bit lower after all.

"By the way, you are not allowed to steal dinner, otherwise it will be the seventy army sticks. If the imperial guards of the Qin Dynasty fight, life and death depend on fate, so don't say it is unexpected."

"Understood, Professor Gan."

Yan Ce replied weakly, and looked resentfully at Miss Lingshi at the front door, if you didn't whip the horse to death, how could you be late?

The boy's arms were propped on the table, but the next moment his trembling arms bent, and his upper body fell on the table again, and he did three sticks with all his strength, without any moisture at all.

This is definitely a sports school!

In this school, the style of study is not only strong but also aggressive, even if the three hundred barbarians from Sparta from Thermopylae flew over, they would have to be beaten honestly.

The butt is big and round, and the pelvis under the flesh is about to crack.

Miss Lingshi's expression remained unchanged, but from the slight micro-expression between her brows, it could be seen that she knew the reason was on her body, apart from the nasty accident, she was still a little uncomfortable.

Thanks to Mr. Ce, she felt awkward from the inside out, but she didn't want to take advantage of this child.

After hesitating for a while, Lingshi hid his disgusted expression, stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Ce into his arms, and carried the boy out of the office with Gan Shangqing's annoying "I knew it" expression.

"Where are you going to take me? Is there some conspiracy?"

Yan Ce squinted, trying to figure out the woman who had broken through the lower limit of liking with the greatest maliciousness, and then calmly grabbed the ponytail, the end of the hair was slightly raised, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder couldn't help but stroke it into a completely black long hair straight.

"Is it fun?" She narrowed her eyes and said calmly.

"It's okay, it feels good."

Yan Ce rubbed his hands, and found that this unexpectedly good guy was as smooth as a ghost in a horror movie.

"Is it okay?"

The woman repeated the boy's words, sneered twice, and touched Yan Ce's butt with the hand that passed through the bend of Yan Ce's leg, until his face began to contort... Well, she didn't intend to let him go.

"Does it feel good?"