When the Regent Princess kneeled, all the children in Beijing broke their knees.

But in order not to discourage the little guy's enthusiasm, she replied against her will, "That's a great drawing!" (Don't draw next time!)

Then, she quickly picked up the little guy and said, "Let's go, mom will take you back. We'll draw you next time."

The four girls in the dormitory couldn't help but laugh. They didn't expect the dean to have such an expression.

But when they saw Yueyue's painting, their faces turned pale...

This is...them?

Yueyue was covered in ink, and Zisu took her away to clean it. Jiang Yunchu lay on the carved wooden bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

One night...

Yunyuan was quiet, but Chunhua College was brightly lit.

"Kang Wu, help me take a look." Kang Wen wasn't covered in ink, but it was almost the same.

Writing is really not his forte, let alone writing two characters. Now he wishes he could beat his former self to death.

"Brother, you write it first. I haven't finished it yet." Kang Wu pressed his eyebrows helplessly.

It’s fun to escape, but it’s a shame to review the mass graves!

"Oh." Kang Wen looked at his brother's, then looked at his own, and felt that it was not deep enough.

But should he rewrite it? It took him an hour to write it.

Then he looked at the other two desks, where two people were writing furiously, which made him feel deeply guilty. Could it be that he was the only one who couldn't do it?

So does he still need to keep Brother Zhixia company?

No! Brother Zhixia doesn't seem very smart, he can't keep company with Brother Zhixia, so he should go with the smart people.

Ning Qiancheng had the easiest task, which was just one reflection. After he finished writing it, he reviewed it carefully. No matter if the handwriting was not neat or there was some dirt on it, he would rewrite it.

This great obsessive-compulsive disorder almost reveals Kang Wen's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"It's okay, it's perfect." Kang Wen couldn't help it!

After the ink dried, Ning Qiancheng put the paper down this time, then smiled and shook his head, "You can study more, but I only have three years. I need to use these three years to prove myself and the academy."

"Only in this way can I continue to stay."

He was a prince, even if he was out of favor, even if he was being tortured.

However, he still has royal blood flowing in his veins.

If he had studied at Chunhua Academy for three years without any achievements, his father would definitely not let him stay.

The royal interests are much more important than him being a prince.

What Kang Wen wanted to say was stuck in his throat. "It's okay. You can do it."

Ning Qiancheng smiled and said, "I'll help you."

He moved a wooden stool and sat next to Kang Wen.

"You can't write like this. Master Kang Meng taught us that when writing, we should first establish the idea and then expand it."

"So what do you want to say and what is your purpose?"

Kang Wen suddenly realized that his grandfather’s lessons were really useful!

He always thought that his grandfather's class was about chanting scriptures, which was his least favorite class.

I didn’t expect that it would come in handy one day.

If Kang Mengxian knew what his grandson was thinking, he would probably want to clean up the family.

"So that's how it is!" Kang Wen widened his eyes, then patted Ning Qiancheng on the shoulder, "Good brother!"

"I need no thanks for your kindness. If you need my help in the future, I will do my best to help you." Kang Wen clasped his hands together and looked at the plan and ideas that Ning Qiancheng wrote for him. He felt suddenly enlightened.

Ning Qiancheng shook his head helplessly when he saw his gangster look. Has he read too many storybooks?

"You write it."

He moved his stool back, opened the book and began to read seriously.

On the other hand, Kang Zhixia’s dormitory is different from theirs, and he is still struggling and hesitating, should he write it or not?

If I write it, does it mean I lose?

But if he didn't write it, what would be the consequences? He didn't want to go through the experience of releasing insects again.

Ugh!

Trouble.

If he writes, he is no longer Mr. Kang. If he doesn’t write, he is still himself!

He is Kang Zhixia, the unrestrained and freedom-loving Kang Zhixia!

That’s right! What the hell is there to write? He doesn’t want to write. He just wants to be himself and doesn’t want to be bound by anything in this world!

After thinking for two hours, he finally came to his senses and then lay down on the bed. He was the first person to turn off the kerosene lamp in both the men's and women's wards.

"I just went to the toilet and saw that the lights on Brother Zhixia's side were off." Kang Wu frowned, feeling that tomorrow would be another stormy day.

"Oh, why can't you learn to be good?" Kang Wen shook his head helplessly.

I had no idea who the person was who had eaten pig food for more than ten days.

I also forgot whose butt was swollen by the cock.

"I hope I won't be implicated!" Ning Hanmo thought about it and thought that based on his mother's personality, the possibility of being implicated was quite high.

Ugh!

Early the next morning, Jiang Yunchu had a good sleep and felt refreshed all over. Even her menstrual period had left her, and the heaviness in her stomach and waist had gone away.

With a feeling of rebirth.

"Who will come first?" Jiang Yunchu looked at the people below.

"I."

"I."

Kang Wen and Kang Zhiqiu raised their hands together.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, then looked at Ning Qiancheng, "Come on!"

Kang Wen looked dejected, and even Kang Zhiqiu was a little disappointed.

Ning Qiancheng took his paper, walked to the front, and said softly.

"I learned two lessons from yesterday's competition. The most important one is, don't underestimate anyone."

"..."

This article can be said to be a standard reflections essay, with every word and every pause, complete sentences, and centered around the central idea.

"Let me see it," she said.

Ning Qiancheng took it carefully and placed it on the table obediently.

The handwriting is clear, the pen strength is well controlled, and the paper is clean without any ink spots or stains. It can be seen that the child has put in a lot of effort.

She took out a pen and wrote a word at the top of the paper in standard hairpin font: Jia+.

Then he put it aside and said, "Not bad, you can go back and take a rest in the morning."

Ning Qiancheng blinked his eyes, then he was sure that he was the one being talked to, and then he left.

After taking a few steps, I turned back and looked at the people behind me, and suddenly felt a little pity for them?

"Kang Zhiqiu." Jiang Yunchu read the name again.

Kang Zhiqiu's writing skills are not as good as Ning Qiancheng's, but her entry point is very wonderful, it's action!

Observe in detail who makes what movements and what should follow.

This entry point made Jiang Yunchu look at Zhiqiu a few more times.

The three children of my second aunt each have their own characteristics.

Zhichun is good at commanding and is a natural commander.

There is no need to talk about Zhixia, she has so many characteristics.

Zhiqiu had never had a sense of existence before, but today I discovered that she has excellent observation skills and can see different angles.

It made her more interested.