novelraw Chapter 281： Melon-eating trio
Chapter 281： Melon-eating trio
Chapter 281 The melon-eating trio
Although his eyes only moved away for a moment, he still saw it clearly.
Damn it.
Sang Qi was annoyed that he was frightened by a child's eyes for a moment, and he was extremely angry.
Ye Qianning's eyes turned away from him and landed on Sang Zhi who was walking up to him. His smile suddenly turned into a flower, full of blessings, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.
"I haven't seen you for a night, and my temper has gotten worse. It's not bad."
Sang Zhi knew what she said. Although he was a little happy in his heart, he didn't show too much on his face and sat in his seat.
“Why didn’t you come to school in the morning?” he asked.
"cloudy day."
“What does cloudy weather have to do with schoolwork?”
“When it’s cloudy, I think it’s a holiday.” Ye Qianning has a bad habit. She doesn’t want to work when it’s cloudy and rainy.
Sang Zhi frowned, not quite understanding.
“I think so too.” Qian Zhuye understood very well.
He almost didn't get up today because of the cloudy weather.
Ye Qianning nodded: "You still understand me."
Sang Zhi’s frown deepened. Qian Zhuye knew it, but he didn’t.
“Why is it a holiday on cloudy days?”
“I don’t want to move on a cloudy day.”
“Why?”
"It's just that... in short... I can't understand a good student like you." It's hard for Ye Qianning to explain his personal feelings.
“The Eighth Prince is different from us.”
“Yes, we are not that curly, we just want to show off.”
Sang Zhi frowned so hard he could kill a fly: "What do you mean?"
“Pfft.” Ye Qianning wanted to laugh when she saw how serious he was.
Qian Zhuye lay on the table and sighed, the Eighth Prince is really... ugh, I can't explain it.
Ye Qianning saw that he still had a stubborn face, stopped smiling and asked, "What is your favorite?"
"read."
"You are looking at me and Qian Zhuye again. When have you ever seen us reading a book seriously?" Ye Qianning pointed at Qian Zhuye who was lying in a puddle of mud.
Sang Zhi looked around and saw that both of them were lying on the table as if they were boneless.
If someone had asked him before, he would have scolded him unceremoniously.
But now he was silent.
Comparatively, Qian Zhuye is more similar to Ye Qianning, so he understands what she says.
I don’t know why he felt a little unhappy in his heart.
“What you are thinking about is studying, while what we are thinking about is eating, drinking, having fun and not doing schoolwork. It’s naturally different.” Volume, it’s too volume. A typical day without reading will make you feel uncomfortable.
Sang Zhi lowered his eyes, seeming to be thinking very seriously.
"Besides these, I also want to learn the sword from your father." Qian Zhuye suddenly felt sleepy after mentioning the sword: "Have you told your father about me?"
"No."
"Why?"
“If you want to learn, you should find a master yourself. Your uncle is so evil and we don’t dare to offend him.”
There is only one seedling, and it is still precious.
Follow dad, if he does something bad, their family cannot bear the responsibility.
"My uncle is my uncle, and I am me. I will go to your house to play next time I take a break." Qian Zhuye wanted to see Xiang Minghou's sword.
“No, I won’t necessarily go home recently.”
"how?"
"There is something going on at home right now. It will take a few days before I can go back." Ye Qianning didn't want to get involved with his father and the Zhan family, and he also had Aunt Liu and other aunts at home.
Since she found out that she was not included in the family tree, Ms. Liu seemed to have left the Xiang family sadly. Her father bought her a property and a house. Even if she found another husband, the money would be enough for the two of them to spend a lifetime.
Qian Zhuye thought about what happened to the Xiang family recently, and he realized what was going on and shut up. Sang Qi turned around and glared. If it weren't for Mr. Song, he would not be able to spare the fat man. No matter how smart he was, how could he be so smart? He was exaggerating!
The Master came in and the students sat down one after another.
Sang Zhi also straightened his body immediately and looked forward.
Ye Qianning continued to lie down. He didn't sleep all day and all night yesterday, so he could take a short break while he was in class.
She was lying on her stomach so that she didn't sleep as deeply as before. She was in better spirits today and turned to look at Sang Zhi.
The Master was talking about the classics. When asked, Sang Zhi raised his hand, and then the Master nodded to Sang Qi to answer.
Ye Qianning's eyes drifted away, and Sang Qi answered clearly and eloquently while holding the book. An eight-year-old is not much shorter than a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.
"Okay, the prince is indeed a rare talent to have such insights at such a young age. Sit down." Master Zhang praised him.
Sang Qi sat down.
Ye Qianning's eyes fell on the old-fashioned face again. He was as stern as ever, and he didn't feel any displeasure at being robbed of his answer.
The Master talked for a while and continued to ask questions. Sang Zhi raised his hand, and the Master named Sang Qi again.
Sang Qi listened carefully and had real talent and knowledge. He answered every question very well.
One class, going back and forth three or four times, Sang Qi seemed to be facing off against Sang Zhi, trying to overpower him in everything.
Until the end of get out of class, the Master left homework for the evening today. Some students went back to their rooms to study, while others stayed in the classroom to study.
“Aren’t you leaving?” Ye Qianning stood up.
Sang Zhi did not move: "I will stay in school to review."
Ye Qianning also sat down.
Sang Zhi raised his head.
“I’ll accompany you.” Ye Qianning raised her little face and smiled.
Sang Zhi paused and nodded, feeling warm in his heart.
“You all stay in school to do your evening homework?” Qian Zhuye stood in front of their table.
“He did it, and I continued to sleep.”
"Let's go together then." Qian Zhuye pulled up a bench and sat down at their table. He picked up the brush and said with some distress: "Eighth Prince... Can you let me take a look at what you have written? I'm not very good at it."
“Sang Zhi, don’t copy it to him. Who asked him to talk to me secretly in class?” Ye Qianning pouted her mouth, as if she was copying her own text.
…”
Qian Zhuye curled his lips, picked up his pen and thought hard.
Sang Zhi has already started writing.
Ye Qianning saw that most of the students in the school stayed in the school. If they were not really conscious on weekdays, Sang Qi also left at the same time, and the brush in his hand was not heard.
“Look.” She took a photo of Qian Zhuye.
Qian Zhuye turned around to look. Although they could only see the back of Sang Qi's head, the brush was writing non-stop.
“Is the prince really so talented?” he was curious.
Ye Qianning looked at it and shook his head: "It's too rolled."
Sang Qi’s papers were so fast that even middle school students were embarrassed when he came in. He worked too hard, and even the old-fashioned people who were doing the papers were tired.
“Juan?” Qian Zhuye was confused.
“It’s just pretending.”
Ye Qianning said as he took out a piece of pastry from his sleeve and started eating it.
“I also think it’s quite pretentious. Master, you just ask questions, why do you want to show off like this?” Qian Zhuye looked back and saw her eating, and stretched out her hand.
Ye Qianning also gave him a piece, nodded and said, "Look at him, his writing brush is shaking like a Yangko dancer. How can his handwriting be beautiful?"
“It can’t be worse than your handwriting.”
"I can't say for sure, my handwriting is already very good." Ye Qianning ate and turned around: "I'm a little old-fashioned, don't you think so?"
“Yes.” Sang Zhi nodded.
Ye Qianning smiled and narrowed her eyes when she received the affirmation, and brought the cake to his mouth with her little hand.
Sang stopped hesitating.
“It’s delicious.” Ye Qianning smiled.
(End of this chapter)