novelraw Chapter 251： Didn’t you say you won’t teach?
Chapter 251： Didn’t you say you won’t teach?
Chapter 251 Didn’t you say you won’t teach me?
"I brought it back. It's a little inconvenient to bring Lou Shan with me, so Du Ying is waiting at the foot of the mountain. Miss, do you want to go and visit after dinner?"
"No, you ask him to put the sword in Yuehua Xiaozhu first. Remember to put it away so that no one touches it." Ye Qianning's sword was specially made for his father.
Even though it looks like a big knife, there are several hidden weapons hidden in it. If someone accidentally touches it, it will be fatal.
Ye Qianning finished his lunch and continued to copy the disciple rules with his brush.
The Master didn't see Ye Qianning going to eat, so he was worried when he came back to look. Through the window, he saw the little man tilting his head and copying seriously, and nodded with great satisfaction.
His little senior sister is still very obedient, not bad.
During the afternoon class, Ye Qianning began to feel sleepy again and was punished to copy the disciple's rules five times. She was also punished to copy the disciple's rules ten times for speaking in a low voice.
Disciple Gui punished her thirty times a day. Of course, she was not the only one who was punished.
Sang Zhi didn’t pay attention in class and was punished by copying the disciple rules five times.
Qian Zhuye was fined to read the disciple rules five times for whispering to each other and making small movements.
Classes ended in the afternoon and all the students left, leaving only three people left to copy.
Ye Qianning was punished to copy thirty times, and she only copied it once during lunch break. She was punished so many times, and she acted like a normal person, which made Qian Zhuye next to her anxious.
“Twenty-nine times are left. Master’s punishment is really harsh. Do you still have the intention to take it?”
"How can I eat if I'm not full?" Ye Qianning pinched the cake and put it into his mouth.
Qian Zhuye has never seen such a big-hearted person.
Ye Qianning looked at Sang Zhi. He was sitting upright, with a regular posture, and his writing was steady and smooth. His handwriting was excellent, inferior to modern calligraphers.
The top students are different. Not only can they write well, but they can also write quickly.
Ye Qianning stuffed the remaining pastries in one gulp, then slowly picked up the pen to write.
It was easy for Qian Zhuye to copy the Disciple Regulations five times. He finished his own after a short time. He turned to look at Ye Qianning and found that she had not finished copying it once.
“Master will not really leave you here.”
“Have you ever seen a master who doesn’t keep his words?”
Qian Zhuye thought for a while: "No." "That's fine." Ye Qianning wrote another page.
“But, you can’t write so much in a month at your speed. Is it possible that you just live in the school?”
Ye Qianning said nothing.
Sang Zhi also finished copying. He folded the copied disciple rules and put them aside, then walked to Ye Qianning.
Ye Qianning's eyes dimmed and she looked up at him.
Sang Zhi's face was sullen, and he raised his hand to straighten the brush he was holding.
“…Didn’t you say you don’t want to teach?”
Sang Zhi didn’t answer, but pressed the rice paper: “Write.”
…”
Ye Qianning secretly changed the position of her little hand and started writing.
Sang Zhi’s stern face turned dark with anger, and he straightened up again.
"Are you finished yet? Leave as soon as you finish copying, and don't affect me." It was difficult for her to behave herself, but he had to come and interfere, which made her not even in the mood to write.
“If your posture is wrong, you have to change it.” Sang Zhi was very stubborn.
Ye Qianning got tired of going back and forth several times. He threw the brush away with his little hand and got angry: "I won't write anymore, I won't write anymore."
Qian Zhuye watched quietly.
"You are too young, and your fingers are not fully grown yet. Holding the pen like that will affect the growth of the joints." Sang Zhi saw that she didn't respond and added, "The fingers will grow crooked."
Ye Qianning lay on the table and didn't want to pay attention.
“A woman’s fingers are crooked and she cannot play the piano.”
"Who wants to learn to play the piano?" Ye Qianning hummed: "If you want to play the piano, who will you play it to? You?"
(End of this chapter)