novelraw Chapter 248： Penalty for being late
Chapter 248： Penalty for being late
Chapter 248: Being late and being fined
"No, I just want to make a deal with you. You can try it." Ye Qianning threw the red fruit over.
The lorikeet's little eyes lit up, and it seemed that it had forgotten its fear when it saw the fruit. It took two steps to come to the cage and started to peck at it. The bird's face changed from nervousness to enjoyment.
It seems that I have never tasted such delicious fruit in all my life. There is indeed no such delicious fruit in the mountains.
The lorikeet fell asleep after eating enough. Ye Qianning shook it a few times but didn't move. She remembered that the lorikeet's habits didn't seem to be like this.
Has its habit genes changed here?
Although he didn't get a response, Ye Qianning was 100% sure that Xiaomi had almost fallen, and he would come to her door when she woke up.
Food is the most important thing in any animal's mind, even if it is a ferocious one, there is always a chance for negotiation.
“Hey, I got so angry so quickly.”
Dean Chen entered the room after reading a book and saw the bird lying motionless.
“…sleeping.”
Dean Chen smiled and said nothing, fearing that he might not wake up.
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The class bell of Loushan Academy rang. Ye Qianning got up and thought about what she said to her master yesterday. She even had time to eat breakfast, so she took a plate of pastries and put it in the space before going to the academy.
By the time he arrived at school, he was half done with his homework, and Ye Qianning was late.
“If you are late for class, you will be punished by copying the disciple rules ten times.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come in.”
Ye Qianning had been tinkering with the medicine in the space for a long time at night. There was nothingness under his feet. He was too sleepy to wake up. He walked to the table and lay down on the seat. He folded his two little hands on his head and leaned on the pillow before falling asleep.
Master didn’t see it, and shed tears in his heart. Who said yesterday that he would definitely abide by it!
Sang Zhi frowned at her and couldn't help but push her.
Ye Qianning just raised his eyelids and fell asleep again. Throughout the school, the Master was giving lectures at the top. The students below were half paying attention to the top and half to the back. They slept openly and openly, worthy of being taught by the dean himself.
"Ye Qianning fell asleep in class and was punished by copying the disciples' rules ten times." The master had an air of hating iron for not being able to become steel.
Ye Qianning did not raise her head, but raised her little hand, "Yes, Master, accept the punishment."
Master is very angry. There are so many schools in the academy, why did the little ancestor choose his school to teach? Oh, what a bad luck!
At the end of the school period, Ye Qianning woke up as soon as the bell rang, yawned and stretched.
“Twenty times of discipleship regulations. If you can’t finish copying today, you are not allowed to leave.” The master glared at him and walked out of the school with the books in his arms.
As soon as the Master left, the school became noisy, with most eyes looking at Ye Qianning behind him.
"Twenty times the disciple's regulations, you are in trouble. I saw it last time when I copied it for you." Qian Zhuye immediately came over.
“Master is not blind.”
Ye Qianning took out the rice paper, picked up the brush on the table and prepared to copy.
“You really copied it.” Qian Zhuye was a little surprised.
"Of course, the rules of the academy are iron-clad. If you make a mistake, you will have to copy it." Ye Qianning started writing. There were many strokes in traditional Chinese characters, and the writing brush was naturally too big. The traditional characters could not be written on a piece of rice paper. .
ification.
The students couldn't help laughing when they saw Ye Qianning's words.
Qian Zhuye picked it up and blew on the ink: "It's quite useless rice paper."
Ye Qianning was not affected at all. It took a long time to write a word, one stroke at a time. Some traditional Chinese characters are really terrible.
“You can write this twenty times and you won’t be able to finish next year.” Sang Zhi couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I don’t want to either.”
That's all her current abilities are.
(End of this chapter)