"Who are you fooling! This is obviously caused by kneeling. Red Sleeves pierced him mercilessly.

There is really such a kind of unrequited effort in this world, and the red sleeves are staring at his kneecaps, as if they want to see something deeper through these legs.

"This ......" Jing Lan was even more at a loss, he didn't know how to say it.

Originally, it was a happy thing for her to know about her actions, because no one would want to be an unsung hero, and of course she had to stand up and be praised and treated differently if she did a good deed.

However, looking at the clear and bright eyes in front of him, he panicked, his heart was empty, and he was even afraid that her guilt in her heart was greater than her admiration, so he didn't want her to get along with him with guilt.

Jing Lan knew that he was not a big hero, he couldn't do any great deeds, and even the most basic martial arts were mediocre, how could he dare to expect others to have respect for him. He can enjoy the respect of Tianji Gate, it is nothing more than relying on his relationship with the master of the door.

Jing Lan's father had a good relationship with Jiang Huatian, and when he was seven years old, his father died of illness and caused him to come to Jiang Huatian. In this way, he took root in the Tianji Gate, Jiang Huatian rarely mentioned it to anyone, and there were very few people in the Tianji Gate who knew about them.

Jiang Huatian still had more thought about treating him and others, and the disciples would naturally be polite and polite in their eyes, and this time Jing Lan used this identity to plead with Jiang Huatian. Of course, during this period, he didn't use a lot of bitter tricks, but his kneecaps were about to kneel before Jiang Huatian agreed.

Perhaps, Jiang Huatian never thought that Jing Lan, who has always been hippie and smiling, and looked indecent and had a stubborn day, Jiang Huatian, as the master of the door, is extremely principled about people and things, and he can no longer use this card after he has played, but Jing Lan does not regret today's choice at all.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Red Sleeves looked uncertain, her eyes dodged again, and she couldn't help but want to laugh, she walked to Jing Lan's side and helped him sit down, "I know you are like this for me, Jing Lan thank you for doing this for me." ”

"Me." Jing Lan's face suddenly struck with restlessness, he lowered his head and was too nervous in his heart, "Red-sleeved girl, I don't want your gratitude for doing this, in fact, how can I say it!" I have also won a good seedling for our Tianjimen, and I am waiting for you to join. ”

Red Sleeves replied with a smile, "Well, don't worry, I will do my best to pass the test and never disappoint your expectations of me." ”

If this fool knows that he is a person from the Jacaranda Palace in the future, will he be so sad that he will die, and when his palace master recovers the Tianji Gate, where should he be. However, how could the plans of their own palace masters be delayed by these mundane feelings, the red sleeves couldn't bear to think about it anymore, from the moment they entered the Tianji Gate, it was already doomed.

"With the ability of the red-sleeved girl, I must be trustworthy." Jing Lan clasped her hands on her knees and clenched them hard to cover up her overly excited mood.

When the words fell, the two looked at each other, and laughed together for a moment.

After laughing, Red Sleeves' gaze fell on the pen and paper on the table, "These are all penalized copyists?" ”

"Yes, I have copied it a hundred times, but I have copied it seventy-one times, and I am still twenty-nine times."

"It's amazing, I've copied it more than seventy times." Redsleeves reached out and took one from a thick pile of paper. Looking at the fifty door rules densely packed on it, she suddenly fell silent.

If she came to copy, she would probably be crazy, she would rather practice martial arts a hundred times than suffer this kind of punishment, this boring and boring thing is afraid that she will not be able to copy twenty times in a year. And the word red sleeves is called a grass warbler flying, and the demons are dancing, where will it be like Jing Lan's neat strokes.

"Actually, I'm still slacking off, if I concentrate a little more, I might have more than eighty times." Jing Lan said ashamedly.

"It's a pity that my handwriting is so ugly. Otherwise, it can help you. Redsleeves put the paper back in its place, feigning a sigh.

Even if the handwriting is good, she doesn't want to help, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have always been inherently compatible with her.

"No, how can this be replaced, it's up to me to do it, it's easy for me to do it a hundred times." Jing Lan plucked up the courage and tried her best to erase the weakness in her heart.

It's easy to do it a hundred times!

Red Sleeves silently gave him a thumbs up in the dark, such a powerful person will definitely be able to do something in the future, Red Sleeves thought about it and suddenly said, "Jing Lan, you are really powerful, I am most afraid of copying, the former palace ......"

Palace?!

Red Sleeves covered her mouth suddenly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Jing Lan didn't show anything strange about her words, "In the past, I was extremely painful every time I was punished for copying books, and every time I was reprimanded for not being able to finish copying, how could I be as patient as you,"

"If the red-sleeved girl doesn't like copying this thing, just send it here in the future." Jing Lan said casually.

"Really, really?" Red Sleeves is unbelievable.

"Nature." Jing Lan smiled.

"Okay, I'll have to worry about Jing Lan from then on." The red sleeves immediately revealed the dog's legs.

"No, it's just a matter of hands." Being able to do something for her, Jing Lan couldn't think of any excuse to refuse.

But what Jing Lan didn't expect was that he would receive a request from Red Sleeves three days after he entered the school. And this please turned out to be the door rules that asked him to help copy twenty times, he was really panicked that day, you must know that the door rules that this new disciple has just started copying must be done by himself to show respect for the sect.

If Red Sleeves is discovered, he will definitely be expelled from the Tianji Gate, but he can't help but help if he agrees. That night, Jing Lan wanted to break her head, and her hair turned white, so she copied the red-sleeved handwriting and wrote the door rules twenty times.

That's when he realized how rash it was to say yes today.

"Twenty-nine more times, you'll be bored here alone, so be it! I'll grind it for you, and one more person can talk once in a while, so it's not boring. Red Sleeves said he would do it, and as soon as he rolled up his sleeve, he picked up graphite and grinded it.

"Okay, there's a girl with red sleeves."

In the study, the faint scent of ink wafted in the air, and the wind blew away and gathered. The two people in front of the desk quietly and intently entered to do their own things, occasionally saying a word or two, laughing for a moment from time to time, the sun set, and time passed slowly in this quiet time.

"Red-sleeved girl, I've written it." Jing Lan put down her pen and turned to her side.

It's just that the person next to him is still grinding, and he has already fallen asleep on the table. The small, round face was half-exposed, and the cheeks were inked at some point, like a dirty kitten. Her eyes were closed, her breath was long, and her rosy lips squirmed from time to time.

Jing Lan leaned forward and slowly approached her, raised her sleeve to wipe away the ink stained on her cheek, and then, before his hand touched his face, she ruthlessly waved it away, and then that face also changed direction and no longer faced him.

"Uh-"

Jing Lan withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and her eyes fell on her grinding hand again, as if she was considering whether to help her clean it again.