Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

It’s strange, why is the classroom so quiet today?

Even if they are all adults, they shouldn't be silent, right?

Jingzhi pursed her lips and gently placed her hand on the door handle.

"Click."

As soon as the door opened, the man sitting at the front of the classroom instantly caught her eye.

Ever since she started driving the train, the back area of ​​the classroom has become a popular spot.

There was almost no one sitting in the first three rows.

Today he was allowed to sit alone.

Jingzhi walked over and casually threw her lesson plan on the table beside her.

He supported himself on the podium with both hands and was about to attack him.

When she saw the pale color of his lips, the sarcastic words stopped on her lips instantly.

"Don't mess with me."

Although she wasn't looking at him, Zhu Jiu knew she was talking about him.

"Okay." He sat up straight and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his desk, showing that he was really here to study and not to make trouble at all.

Jingzhi had nothing to say.

No wonder Aunt Min just answered her question vaguely. It turned out that there was a big Buddha here who refused to leave.

"Now, those whose names I called, please come up and pick up your homework."

Jingzhi pointed at the pile of rice paper on the table and said with a smile:

"I haven't been here for a few days. I'm sure you all have been practicing hard at home, right?"

No one dared to answer.

The main reason was that Jingzhi always had a smile on her face before, but today she was smiling with a knife hidden behind her smile.

"No one said anything, right? I'll take it as your consent."

"Okay, let's just take the test!"

"Each of you write a five-character quatrain for me. The time limit is 10 minutes. Use regular script. Ding, it will start after the sound."

Jingzhi came to the podium with a ruler in hand and gently placed his fingers on the bell.

"Are you ready?"

The stunned students finally reacted and started spreading rice paper and pouring ink.

"Hey hey hey, wait wait wait!"

"It's not healed yet!"

"Why is there a small test all of a sudden? I'm going to die!"

Amidst the noise, Zhu Jiu firmly raised his right hand, "Teacher Lin, I'm ready."

"........."

The ruler in her hand gently pressed down his raised hand, "Okay, shut up and wait for the other students. The teacher is very fair and will never give anyone special treatment."

The ruler gently lifted his chin, and she smiled and said:

"including you."

"Now that you're here, don't regret it."

The villain in Jingzhi's heart stood with his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky and laughing.

After several lifetimes, she is finally going to avenge Erdi's scolding of her!

Zhu Jiu, who knew nothing, let her raise her chin and blushed uncontrollably.

"...Teacher, isn't this a bad idea?"

Don't blush.

Jingzhi took back the ruler and stuck it on the podium, staring at everyone.

"Three, two...one!"

"Ding!"

Zhu Jiu immediately lowered his head, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write from memory.

Jingzhi walked around the classroom with her arms folded across her chest.

Every time I passed someone, that person would get so nervous that their hands would tremble.

Except Zhu Jiu.

Every time she passed by, the ear facing her turned red.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Jingzhi would occasionally stop beside a few classmates and correct their mistakes in a low voice.

Zhu Jiu looked at the neatly written words in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

I miscalculated. If I had known, I would have written it worse.

She didn't come over.

Zhu Jiu raised his head and looked at the clock on the blackboard.

There are still five minutes left. How about... writing a new one?

Just do it.

Zhu Jiu expressionlessly folded the perfect piece of work on the table in half and stuffed it into the drawer, then took out another piece of rice paper.

Start as a newbie.

The sound of high heels slowly approached from behind him.

Zhu Jiu looked at the words of different sizes and thicknesses in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Jingzhi walked to Zhu Jiu and looked down.

I couldn't help but wonder, could the word "Jing" on his bay window be written by someone else?

Why is there such a big difference?

No matter, she caught it.

"Ding--"

"Time's up." Jingzhi clapped his hands. "Come on, come on, pass it up from the last table. Today the teacher wants to..."

Jingzhi gave everyone a devilish smile.

"One by one, point and comment."

Suddenly, a wailing sound came from the back of the classroom.

"No, I haven't practiced for several days."

"Me too. If I had known, I would have stayed home to practice instead of going out to play yesterday."

There are also those who are not afraid of boiling water, "What's there to be afraid of? I've already paid it, and I won't die if I get scolded."

The person next to him glared at him instantly.

"You've been practicing since you were a kid, so of course you're not afraid of getting beaten up."

The person who was showing off was the young man who gave Jingzhi the handmade brush that day - Zhang Zhen.

His grandfather was also a great calligrapher.

He has been writing and drawing with his grandfather since he was a child. When the habit turned into a hobby, he signed up for a class and wanted to find like-minded friends here.

But he didn't expect to meet the goddess of his dreams.

Zhang Zhen turned the ink-free wolf hair brush in one hand, supported his face with the other, and looked at Jingzhi with a look of excitement.

"Of course I'm not afraid, I like to hear her praise me~"

He was eager for Jingzhi to comment on his calligraphy as the first piece he saw.

However, things did not go as he wished.

According to the order, since he is sitting at the back, his work should be stacked on top.

He miscalculated today.

Jingzhi abnormally started pulling from the bottom.

The first one, of course, is Zhu Jiu’s.

She turned around and pinned Zhu Jiu's rice paper to the blackboard with magnetic nails. "Come, students, look here."

"This new student, Zhu, has set a good example for us."

"But it's the opposite."

"..."

Zhang Zhen almost burst out laughing.

How well did he think this imposing uncle could write?

So that's how it is, no wonder I want to sign up for a class.

Jingzhi talked incessantly, criticizing everything from the size of the characters to the strokes, and even the gesture he had just made with the pen.

The classroom was silent, with only her passionate voice.

Even Zhang Zhen couldn't help but feel sorry for the uncle.

The goddess is really going all out today, but is it too much to say that about her?

That uncle, is he going to disappear after this class?

Jingzhi thought so too.

After she had said almost everything, she stopped talking.

When her eyes fell on his face, she became confused again.

How could he be so indifferent?

Shouldn't I be ashamed, panicked, uneasy, and then run out of the door?

Jingzhi unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water.

Then he raised his chin towards Zhu Jiuyi.

"Student Zhu, it's the first day of class and we haven't started yet. Don't be afraid, the teacher will definitely teach you well~"

Zhu Jiu turned around to look at the students behind him who were trying to hold back their laughter, then turned back, gave her an awkward smile, and whispered:

"Okay, teacher."

The smile on Jingzhi's face almost cracked.

His face is so red???

Isn't she mocking him?

Could it be that he felt good after scolding him?

Zhu Jiu above: My papers are all at the bottom, but she took mine first.

She definitely has me in her heart!!