Spring nights are cool.

Su Jiu looked at the young man on the bed, and saw him lying comfortably on the quilt, his hands pillowing behind his head, and leisurely crossing Erlang's legs.

Her eyes rolled over his injured arm, and she finally didn't say anything more, and obediently sat down in front of the bookcase to help him with his arithmetic homework.

Xiao Tingchen lay crookedly on the green bamboo bed, supported his forehead with one hand, and looked at the bookcase.

A claw lamp is lit in the corner of the bookcase, reflecting a warm white halo.

The shadow of the flower shines through the window, and gently falls on the little girl's white and serious face.

Her eyelashes are long, and when she lowers them, the shadows cast on her face are like two small folding fans.

The lips are full and naturally smiling, with harmless eyebrows and eyes, and they are always sweet and well-behaved.

It hurts so much.

The young man looked at it for a while, yawned, and out of nowhere, he found a plate of white-flour steamed buns and a cup of goat's milk, got up and quietly put them in the little girl's hand.

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The golden rooster crows, the bell is melodious, and in a blink of an eye, it is the time of the second day of class.

Today's big class is "book", and "book" refers to calligraphy and literature and history, because Su Jiu's school is the best class in the whole college, so the master's class progress is very fast.

What I want to learn today is the Qin Feng chapter in the fifteen national winds of the "Book of Songs", and the master asked everyone to recite the ten poems in Qin Feng before the morning class.

Most of the scholars began to read aloud, and Su Jiu carefully flattened the scroll on the desk, and took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, intending to copy the poem first.

Before he could lift the pen, Xiao Tingchen next to him stretched out one of his arms.

Su Jiu raised his eyes, "Childe, can you go over there?" I will copy the poems. ”

The case number of Jinling Academy is very large, even if two people use it at the same time, it is more than enough, but Xiao Tingchen alone occupies most of the case table, so that Su Jiu can't write at all.

The boy slept lazily on the desk, as if he hadn't heard her.

Su Jiu was a little angry.

She stayed up late last night to finish his arithmetic homework, and she was the one who should be sleepy, this person is good, but he went to sleep first in the daytime!

She gritted her teeth and pushed him away, took the little lamb hair dipped in ink, and drew a thin ink line on the desk, "Childe, the left belongs to you, and the right belongs to me, you are not allowed to cross the line." ”

Xiao Tingchen opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the ink line on the table, hooked his lips and chuckled, "Tsk, Xiaojiu is really naïve." Come on, this case is for you, who told me to spoil you. ”

With that, he lazily withdrew his arm that had crossed the line, leaned against the back wall, took a book and put it on his face, and continued to sleep.

Only then did Su Jiu spread out the scroll.

Originally, Xiao Tingchen said that he would teach her to write, but he was too lazy to teach her after teaching two or three times, and she had no choice but to write the words in the book.

She copied it carefully, and just copied the second article, there was a "boom" next to her, and a paper ball flew over.

Su Jiu put down the pen, picked up the paper ball, and turned his head to look to the side.

I saw Xie Rongjing opening his teeth and claws at her, as if he wanted her to open it and take a look.

The little girl frowned and opened the paper ball, but Xie Rongjing asked her to go to the school after class in the evening to watch him fight.

She shook her head and said no, and continued to pick up the pen seriously.

Xie Rongjing was a little deflated.

He couldn't see the crooked "Book of Songs", so he beckoned a few students who also didn't learn and relied on relationships to enter this class, and secretly played pai gow.

But there are too many pai gow, and I feel very boring.

He threw away Pai Gow and saw that Su Jiu was still writing, so he came over with a book and turned a page casually:

"Xiaojiu, explain to me, what does this poem mean?" Do you say that I have no clothes, and I am in the same robe with my son', does it mean that I am good enough to wear a pair of pants with you? I like to wear big red bottoms, what color do you like to wear? ”