After picking up a lucky girl, all the beasts line up to come to your door

Cheng Zishi felt very sympathetic towards Zheng Xingguang. In Baobao's eyes, no matter whether the student was a good one or a bad one, it was right to assign more homework.

If a student is not doing well in learning, he or she may be able to study well by assigning more homework.

"...Okay, I will."

Jijiu and Rongjing inexplicably felt a little sympathy for Zheng Xingguang.

Rong Jing coughed twice and said, "Zi Shi, you assigned so much homework to Prince Zheng. Will he be able to do it?"

Cheng Zishi smiled and said, "Do you think Prince Zheng would dare not do it with the baby around?"

Rong Jing fell silent, as if it was indeed the case.

He had just witnessed with his own eyes how obedient the little devil Prince Zheng was in front of the baby.

Cheng Zishi added, "On the way back, I assigned all the homework to Prince Zheng."

"If he fails to complete the task or makes too many mistakes, he will be assigned double the homework."

"This is what the baby asked for."

Mu Baobao nodded his head heavily. "I've heard from the villagers that those who are not good at studying have too few lessons."

"Assign more homework, and you will get better at studying."

Jijiu and Rongjing didn't know what expression to have for a moment. In some ways, what the little girl said was indeed right.

But in some ways, this is not true.

But, I felt more and more sympathetic towards Prince Zheng, and even wanted to laugh.

The chief priest cleared his throat, trying his best to suppress the smile in his throat. "No one wants to sit at the same table with Prince Zheng, so I will arrange these children around him."

With these children taking care of Prince Zheng, he believed that the classroom would be a wonderful place.

Rong Jing, “…”

He could totally imagine the scene.

I feel more and more sympathetic towards Prince Zheng.

From now on, there will be one less troublesome little devil in the Imperial College and one more upright little student who studies hard.

Mu Pingping and others had no objection. They knew very well that the reason they were able to enter the Imperial College was to take care of Prince Zheng.

Mu Baobao agreed very much, "We should arrange them around the little brother, so that he will study hard."

She suddenly thought of something, "Uncle, if you work here, who will teach me how to read?"

Mu Pingping pointed at himself and said, "How about I teach you?"

Cheng Zishi said, "Pingping, I'm afraid you don't have time."

"Your academic level is much lower than that of the students in the prefecture-level classes. You will have to work harder to catch up."

"Baby, here, let me see who can help me."

The chief priest smiled and stroked his beard, "How about letting my boy go?"

"He's free anyway, so it's a good opportunity for him to teach the baby how to read."

Cheng Zishi knew who he was talking about. It was the eldest grandson of the chief priest, Sang Ye, who had become a juren at the age of fifteen.

However, this child is a man of few words and expressionless face. Apart from reading books all day long, he basically does not communicate with others.

This is one of the reasons why I have not yet entered the official career.

"Sang Ye is willing?"

The chief priest said, "This child will always listen to me."

Cheng Zishi was a little worried, "I'm afraid Sang Ye will be impatient to teach the baby."

"Baby is usually a very well-behaved child, but sometimes he asks a lot of questions. I'm afraid Sang Ye won't be in a good mood about this."

Baby Mu didn't quite understand all this, so he just stayed there obediently.

The chief priest waved his hand, "That won't happen."

"Sang Ye doesn't like to communicate with others, but he won't lose his temper. It's just that he doesn't like stupid people."

"In that child's opinion, stupid people are too difficult to communicate with and will only waste his time."

Cheng Zishi, "...Baby is not even two years old yet. Maybe in Sang Ye's eyes, she is just a stupid person."

"Teacher, why don't you find a new one?"

The chief priest said, "Let Sang Ye try it first."

"I'm really worried about that child. He stays at home reading books all day, never goes out to meet friends, and never communicates with his family."

Cheng Zishi did not agree on behalf of Mu Baobao, but asked her opinion, "Baby, the Sang Ye that grandpa mentioned is a very good-looking little brother."

"It's just that the little brother doesn't like to talk and has no expression on his face. Do you agree that he can be your teacher temporarily?"

Mu Baobao couldn't quite understand what the expressionless face meant. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he asked Cheng Zishi.

Cheng Zishi said, "Just keep a blank face all day long, without any extra expressions, understand?"

Mu Baobao still doesn’t quite understand.

Everyone around the baby has rich expressions, and she has never met anyone without expression.

"Uncle, does that big brother have a bad temper?"

Cheng Zishi looked at the chief priest.

The chief priest assured him, "Baby, big brother doesn't have a bad temper, he just doesn't talk much."

"He is very knowledgeable and can even help your brothers with their studies."

When Mu Baobao heard this, he agreed, "Okay, let big brother teach me."

Cheng Zishi looked at Jijiu with helplessness. His teacher had put a lot of thought into his eldest grandson.

The chief priest breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Bao Bao was a good child and could control Prince Zheng. Maybe he could be of some help to Sang Ye.

"Baby, if big brother treats you badly, just deal with him. Grandpa will take care of everything."

Mu Baobao took note of it obediently.

Then, when she returned home alone in a carriage, she saw her eldest brother.

Sang Ye, the eldest grandson of the Imperial College's chief academic officer.

A man with a very elegant appearance, with no expression on his face, sitting there indifferently, reading a book in his hand, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The Mu family had disappeared, and only two servants were standing by to serve them.

Mu Baobao ran to Sang Ye and tilted his body to look at him: "Big brother, are you my teacher?"

After hearing this, Sang Ye looked up at the little girl in front of him, the well-behaved and sensible girl that her grandfather had described.

The little girl was wearing a brand new bright red cotton dress, and her dark hair was tied into two small braids that swayed with her movements.

Her face is chubby and very fair, and you can tell at a glance that she is well-cared for.

"Ah."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued reading, as if the book was more attractive than the wooden baby.

If his grandfather hadn't insisted that he come today, he wouldn't have gone out.

Mu Baobao was not annoyed. She tried hard to climb onto the chair next to her and stood on it to read the contents of the book.

They were all words she didn't recognize.

"Big brother, what does it say? I don't even recognize the words on it."

She didn't feel tired and didn't have any complaints.

Sang Ye looked at her with a bit of surprise, "Are you interested?"

Mu Baobao asked back, "Why are you not interested?"

Sang Ye had never taken care of a child before, and didn't know that it was not good for a child to stand like that, so she ignored her.

"How old are you?"

Baby Mu held up two fingers and said, "I'm almost two years old."

"My uncle used to teach me, but now he has to do something and doesn't have time to teach me."

Sang Ye was puzzled, "Uncle?"

"It's Uncle Cheng Zishi."

"It's Mr. Cheng."

"Yes."