Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The villa next door is only separated from where he lives now by a two-meter-long tree-lined path.

After dinner, Zhu Jiu usually goes out for a walk.

Inexplicably, he walked around his own villa and came to the door of the villa next door.

Aunt Huang immediately put down the mop in her hand when she saw her boss, walked over and bowed, "Good morning, Second Master."

Zhu Jiu waved his hand at her and said, "You go ahead and do your thing. I'll just take a walk."

"……Oh."

Anyway, it's the boss's territory. He can go wherever he wants, as long as he doesn't act as a supervisor and watch her do her work.

Aunt Huang finished mopping the floor downstairs and just wiped the sweat from her forehead with the mop when she saw Zhu Jiu's silhouette in the corridor on the third floor.

"two……"

Just as she was about to speak, she immediately covered her mouth.

The third floor is the place chosen by Miss Jingzhi. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for the Second Master to wander there?

But the villa belongs to him, so it seems that it is not impossible for him to go and take a look.

Aunt Huang stood there, dragging herself on the ground from time to time, and she was really confused.

……

Zhu Jiu strolled in the long corridor.

He knows feng shui and can adjust the layout of each villa to the best.

The best place to live in this apartment is the sunny room on the far right side of the top floor.

He didn't go into any other rooms, but stood at the door of this room.

She should choose this one, right?

Her ex-boyfriend is a Taoist, so she must have absorbed some Taoist knowledge, right?

Looking at the half-open door, Zhu Jiu couldn't help but start to reflect.

What is he doing here?

Even as a landlord, he had no reason and should not enter a woman's room without permission.

The left hand that was on the door handle was instantly withdrawn.

Forget it.

It's against the rules, let's go.

Aunt Huang might have just finished cleaning, and the floor of the corridor on this floor was a little wet. The window on his right was half open for ventilation.

Zhu Jiu's bangs were blown a little messy by the wind, and he subconsciously reached out and casually fiddled with his hair.

There was a very faint sweet scent coming from the tip of the nose.

This smell had disappeared in his room, but reappeared here.

Zhu Jiu raised his left hand that had just grasped the door handle and put it to his nose to sniff it gently.

Suddenly, Aunt Huang was standing at the stairs, looking at him. "Second Master, that...that room is where Miss Jingzhi lives. She's told me not to go in and clean it. I see..."

Don't go in, okay?

Before she could finish her words, she saw Zhu Jiu walking towards her quickly with an embarrassed look on his face.

What happened?

Did she discover some unspeakable secret of the Second Master, and is he going to fire her?

Aunt Huang lowered her head, not daring to meet the serious boss's gaze.

Alas, I should have known not to meddle in other people’s business.

However, she never expected that Zhu Jiu would walk hurriedly past her without saying a word and go down the stairs on her left.

Aunt Huang patted her chest which was beating wildly with nervousness, and watched Zhu Jiu quickly walk out of the villa gate, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Could it be that her second master really has nothing to do and comes here for a walk?

Aunt Huang held the mop handle, somewhat puzzled.

The only thing left on the brightly lit ground was a trail of Zhu Jiu's leather shoe prints.

Aunt Huang’s mop arrived late.

"Really? We just finished mopping the floor, why doesn't he go for a walk outside?"

……

In the calligraphy class.

Jingzhi looked at Doudou who was sitting at the back of the classroom with some confusion.

Doesn’t she have class today?

What are you doing here?

Doudou met her gaze and smiled at her. There was some mischief in her eyes like a young girl, but her face looked serious.

"You go to class. I have nothing to do, so I came here to study."

Jingzhi raised her eyebrows slightly. Was she here specifically to collect intelligence about her "enemy" and then come to laugh at her joke?

But it’s okay, the thing she has the most is patience.

A clear and soothing voice sounded, and her teaching style was interesting yet organized.

Accompanied by the blackboard writing, people can't help but follow her thinking and practice writing.

After explaining for a while, she came to the students' desks and sometimes bent down patiently to correct the students' mistakes one by one.

Sitting in the last row was the bespectacled guy who was so hopeless and got slapped in the face yesterday - Fang Zhiyuan.

He is Doudou's suitor, but every time they meet, Doudou either scolds him for his ugly handwriting or looks for opportunities to make fun of him.

Zhiyuan was so scared that he didn't even dare to confess his love. He just paid the tuition for two years and stayed in Doudou's calligraphy class, just to see her every day.

As if sensing Doudou's unhappy mood, he carefully poked Doudou's shoulder with the pen.

"Doudou, I think she's fine, don't be unhappy."

Doudou glanced at him and rolled her eyes nonchalantly, "She's only been here for one day, and you're already tempted by someone else?"

Zhiyuan became anxious and waved his hands quickly. His voice suddenly rose as he was anxious to explain.

"No, no, I, I..." He blushed and said the last few words in a whisper, "I only like you..."

Doudou crossed his legs, withdrew his gaze from his red face, and looked up at Jingzhi, who was leaning on the table with one hand, guiding the students to write.

Jingzhi was wearing a casual white shirt today, with the sleeves casually rolled up into two pleats, and paired with slightly wide-leg suit pants.

The shirt was tucked into her pants, which not only raised her waistline but also fully revealed her superior body proportions.

Doudou stretched his legs, crossed one leg and then another, but was actually secretly comparing the length of his own legs.

Damn, I lost, it seems I was still five centimeters away from her.

She stretched out her legs and kicked Fang Zhiyuan's chair.

"Raise your hand and say you have a question."

Zhiyuan looked at the written words with some embarrassment, "I, I should, probably,..."

"Huh?" Doudou stared.

"Teacher! I have a question!" Fang Zhiyuan immediately raised his hand.

Jingzhi straightened up, casually raised her right hand, and pushed back the soft white hair that had slid to the side.

During the movement, the graceful and slender neck lines and the charm displayed in an instant were completely revealed to Doudou.

Doudou couldn't help but touch her ponytail.

She was a little dumbfounded.

What does this woman look like? How come she is so good at martial arts, has such good handwriting, and even her appearance is so impeccable.

Jingzhi walked over, looked at her with a smile, and then cast her eyes on Fang Zhiyuan's desk.

"Let me see... This is well written. You listened to everything I just said. It's great."

She is a teacher who is generous with her praise.

After being praised by her, Zhiyuan blushed and racked his brains to make up a lie to keep her, but because of his introverted personality, he couldn't say a word.

useless.

Doudou glanced at him secretly, then smiled and said to Jingzhi:

"Teacher Lin, let's have dinner together after class. Just treat it as a gathering among colleagues and exchange some feelings."

Jingzhi glanced at her with a half-smile and said:

"Okay, let's talk about it after class. We're still in class now."

This girl, is she not interested in the bar?

It has been a long time since she met such a naughty child. Looking at Doudou's provocative eyes, Zhongguang's face always appeared in her mind involuntarily.

Alas, God is jealous of talented people. If he hadn't been so excited at the beginning, Lin Jiu's teleportation formation could have saved his life...

There is no use in thinking too much.

She closed her eyes, turned and walked back to the front of the classroom.

"Practice for another twenty minutes, then we'll start the train. Ten minutes before get out of class ends, everyone go to the blackboard and write the character 'tiger'. Don't be shy, everyone supervise each other and make progress together!"

what the hell! ! !

Those who come to learn calligraphy are generally gentle and introverted.

For them, this practice was tantamount to public execution.

Everyone in the seat was facing a great enemy, carefully recalling the details Jingzhi had just said, and did not dare to stop for a moment, practicing calligraphy seriously.

Even Zhiyuan, who had two years of calligraphy experience, had no time to chat with Doudou.

He is also introverted, but he is more afraid of embarrassing himself in front of Doudou!

Jingzhi pushed the black thin-framed plain glasses he was wearing to show off, and gave a sly smile.

She learned this trick from Erdi.

Every time she failed to write well, Erdi would show her ugly handwriting to Liang Zan to laugh at her. Over time, she gritted her teeth and worked hard, and no longer dared to be lazy.

Although Liang Zan would be beaten up by Erdi in the name of learning from her every time she mocked her, she also learned to write well because of this.

Well, how can it not be considered that everyone has gained something?

……