Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies

Chapter 242： Qianjia made a fuss

Chapter 242 Qianjia made a rant

“Miss Xiang, when I went back from Xiu Mu the day before yesterday, I went to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to see it. Although the plaque was replaced with a new one, the threshold has not been replaced, hahaha…”

“And the gatekeeper still has gauze on his head and arm, hahaha.”

“Moreover, I heard that your bodyguard skills are very strong. Can you teach my bodyguards in the future...”

 Qian Zhuye sat down and spat out words with a small mouth.

 Ye Qianning pressed his forehead: "You can't speak when you eat."

 “Didn’t you just finish what you said? I saw it all.”

 Ye Qianning: “…”

It's definitely an authentic chatterbox, and even the disciples can't control it.

Qian Fanji is such a quiet person, why is there such a loudmouth in the house?

"Miss Xiang, are you still in the same class as us when you go to the Academy? Let me tell you, our Prime Minister Gao's son is also in our class." Qian Zhuye reminded.

 “Oh? That?” Ye Qianning heard something interesting.

Qian Zhuye turned his head and glanced around behind him, then pointed with his little finger: "Well, the kid in the second row is Gao Qi."

Ye Qianning also looked over, and saw that Prime Minister Gao had a son at an old age, and he loved this son very much. At this time, Gao Qi had finished eating, stood up with the tray, and went to the place where the dinner plates were placed.

 At the age of twelve, he has grown up to be a very talented person, and this is him...

 “So short?”

　　Does the food in the academy have weights added? Why does it feel like there is no big guy in the class?

"Hush, don't say you're short in front of him. Everything else is fine, but if you say you're short, he'll get angry." Qian Zhuye warned in a low voice.

Ye Qianning stared at the back of the villain. He was twelve years old and seven or eight years old. He felt that he walked a little strangely, and his neck was also very short and somewhat unsound.

“I heard yesterday that Gao Qi was asking about you.”

 “You’re asking about me? You want revenge.”

“No, I asked you when you would come to the Academy. He also asked the Eighth Prince about your appearance.” Qian Zhuye said and looked at Sang Zhi: “Isn’t that right, Eighth Prince?”

"Ask about my face?" Ye Qianning was confused. She beat his parents, shouldn't they shout "beat and kill"? Why do you want to ask about her face?

Sang Zhi's face darkened: "As a disciple, you are not allowed to criticize others." "Anyway, Master didn't see it, so why don't you tell me..."

 “Ahem!”

Before Qian Zhuye finished speaking, Master Zhang was already standing at their table.

“If you violate the disciple rules, each person will copy it ten times and hand it to me before get out of class ends.”

Sang Zhi stood up and said, "Yes, Master."

 A typical good student.

"Huh? Ten times? How can I finish copying when I only have so much time during my lunch break?" Qian Zhuye frowned.

　　"If you can't finish copying, you'll copy after class. If you don't finish copying today, you won't be allowed to go back." The master said coldly.

Qian Zhuye was deflated like a rubber ball.

 “I want to copy it too?” Ye Qianning asked.

 Master Zhang glanced at it complicatedly: "As the dean's personal successor, you can't break the rules of the academy. You copied it fifteen times."

　　　…”

Ye Qianning complained in her heart, all because Qian was too gossipy.

It was difficult for her to write two characters in traditional Chinese. There were hundreds of disciple regulations, and she couldn't finish them all in two days after fifteen times.

 At the end of the meal, Ye Qianning was dragged by two people to copy the disciple rules.

　　It was lunch break at this time, and the students had gone back to take a break after eating. There was no one in the school except for them who were being punished.

Ye Qianning stared at the rice paper with a brush. She had a headache. She didn’t have enough food and was fined fifteen times. It’s really unfair...

 The two people next to me have already written an article, but she still hasn’t started writing.

"Why don't you write it? You did it fifteen times." Qian Zhuye copied it all once.

 (End of this chapter)