Quickly wear the heartthrob: the host was counterattacked again

Very good. Following the old man’s slow and steady speech, Mianmian finally understood what essay she had written in the last class.

It is a story about how a few years ago, I was a five-year-old kid who couldn't argue or beat the young boy Yu Jixuan, so I cried and went to the prime minister father and my older brothers and second brothers, as well as my unmarried older sister and second sister for support. In the end, Yu Jixuan was successfully abused by the whole family, had his monthly salary deducted for three months, and was glared at for ten days.

Yu Jixuan: “…”

I must not be TAT's biological child.

After listening to the whole story, Li spoke thoughtfully.

——Don’t worry, I’m here for you, you will definitely be able to beat him.

He refers to the third brother Yu Jixuan. It sounds like Li wants to personally help her fight back.

Mianmian quickly interrupted Li's dangerous thoughts.

"No, no, no, that was several years ago. I'm eight years old now. Adults should not hold grudges against small people. I won't bother with my stinky third brother. Besides, my third brother was just messing around with me at that time, and he didn't really hurt me. Sister Li, calm down..."

The little girl racked her brains and used all the words she had learned in her life to persuade herself to change her mind, as if she were a dangerous person who was bloodthirsty and warmongering.

This feeling is strange.

Li felt like an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years was being coaxed by an eight-year-old girl.

——…Okay, then I’ll just listen to the little guy and not bother with him.

The little girl immediately smiled upon hearing that. It seemed as if stars were falling in her big watery eyes, sparkling even in the daytime, making people unconsciously shift their gaze to her.

In the end, all the students felt that this was probably the longest and most difficult class they had ever taken, even more difficult than the most strenuous martial arts class they had ever taken.

After a lot of effort, the teacher finally finished reading everyone's crazy works and commented on them one by one. The class was over and it was time for lunch.

The teacher left with his servant, waving his sleeves, without taking away a trace of cloud, leaving only a stack of ink-stained papers on the desk in the lecture hall.

Everyone stared at the stack of papers, as if they wanted to poke a hole in it.

After all, it wasn't just Mianmian and the Ninth Princess who felt ashamed. Others were more or less aware that their essays would only be read by the book boy, so the content of their writings was more and more unrestrained than the last.

At this time, no one should laugh at anyone else, as we are all in the same social stalemate.

Although, if we were to divide this social death into classes, the Ninth Princess's masterpiece, which took up three pages of rice paper, would definitely be ranked first.

Everyone's face looked distorted as if they wanted to laugh but were afraid that others would laugh at them.

It was clearly time for lunch, but no one moved. Even Mianmian, who was usually a foodie, did not leave her seat. Her big eyes were always fixed on the table in the classroom, and she looked around from time to time.

She is like a cute fence-sitter, observing when the first warrior will come up to take back her masterpiece, so that she can follow suit.

As expected, the first warrior has to be the Ninth Princess who is the most socially dead.

The image of a gentle and talented woman that she had worked so hard to create has now collapsed to the point where it cannot be more collapsed. Her brothers and sisters now all know that beneath her gentle appearance lies a wild and fantasy-loving heart.

Princess Nine: Fuck (a kind of plant)!

I want to break off my friendship with this stinky book boy! Break off my friendship! I will never trust a man again. Wuwuwuwu... Master, you have such a cruel heart that you actually read out every word without missing a single one. Wuwuwuwu... I am really crying...

Accompanied by a lot of heart-broken psychological descriptions, the Ninth Princess folded her precious masterpiece several times, held it against her chest, and ran away crying.

Well, it seems I won’t see her in the afternoon class.

Princess Nine: Too embarrassed to see anyone! She wants to take a leave! For a month!

Oh, heaven and earth, I am willing not to write "articles" for three months. I only hope that something big will happen during this month of leave to attract these onlookers who are eager to watch the fun and make these classmates with poor memories forget their embarrassing experiences...

Also, um, God, I have to ask, when will this master retire?

God:"……"

Old Master: “…”

The final outcome, of course, was that the fence-sitters rushed forward one by one to take back their own crazy works, and then looked at each other, gave each other an awkward but polite smile, and finally dispersed and returned to their own palaces to eat their own meals.

Even the Seventh Prince and the Thirteenth Princess, who had already made an appointment to have dinner together - or to be more precise, the Seventh Prince unilaterally compensated the Thirteenth Princess for three meals a day for a month - did not mention the idea of ​​visiting for lunch until they left the Shangshufang.

The Seventh Prince & the Thirteenth Princess: Ahhhhh, this is so embarrassing! Little Thirteen/Stinky Ling Huai actually knew about my embarrassing story. This is so humiliating TAT. Give me some time. I won't see anyone for the time being.

Mianmian was naturally one of the people who dispersed in a hurry. She shrank up like a quail and trotted out quickly.

After returning to Weiyang Palace, Mianmian did not go to her usual dining place immediately. Instead, she hid directly in her own bedroom. She closed the door so quickly that even Lan Chun, who was running back behind her, did not react.

With a "bang", as the door was closed, Lan Chun subconsciously braked and stretched out his hand to protect his face which was about to hit the door.

"Miss, what happened to you in the Shangshufang? Why did you rush back in such a hurry? You didn't go to eat or see the Queen, and you almost caused your kindest and gentlest maid to bump into the door and be disfigured...Miss, what happened to you?"

Mianmian said nothing.

Seeing this, Lan Chun touched his nose and could only leave helplessly and embarrassedly.

It seems that today's lesson is quite impressive. It may have brought too much stimulation to the young lady. Let her be quiet for now.

Stimulated Mianmian: “…”

In fact, for a good kid who was raised a little silly by his family, the shock of having his embarrassing childhood stories exposed in public was not as refreshing as the Master’s outrageous actions. Embarrassment was secondary. What really mattered was witnessing so many compatriots being embarrassed together.

You are worthy of being an old teacher who has lived so many more years than them. Only you can control a group of arrogant and occasionally crazy young students.

After crumpling up her "Memories of Childhood" and throwing them on the desk by the window, Mianmian prepared to curl up in the quilt to gain a sense of security.

——Just crumple it into a ball so that it is easy for others to open it and see what’s inside.

Mian Mian paused as she was walking towards the bed and said nervously,

"Then Sister Li, how should Mianmian dispose of the body?"

Li found it a little funny.

—Destroy the body? Where did you learn that word?

"It's just... it's the Spring and Autumn Annals."

It’s the brother and sister GK novel “Nan Shi Qiu” disguised as “Spring and Autumn Annals”, um… why isn’t it considered to be learned from “Spring and Autumn Annals”?