Chapter 125： the sun came out from the west

"Tell me your names."

Su Qingluo folded his hands behind his back like a little adult, held his head high, and kept his back straight, quite like a leading brother.

"Hey, boss, my name is Tian Qi."

The boy with a fierce face scratched his head and smirked.

Hehe, this name is good, it is a precious Chinese herbal medicine, easy to remember.

Su Qingluo nodded at him, then looked at the next boy: "Go ahead."

"Boss, my name is Baizhu, I am Artemisia, I am Wenyuan, I am Dendrobium, I am Ma Bao, and I am Bezoar."

The remaining six boys reported their names obediently one by one.

Hehe, Su Qingluo was amused.

Ganqing is a bunch of traditional Chinese medicine!

"Boss, his name is Liu Xin, and he is Guanshi Liu's nephew."

Tian Qi pointed to the little overlord who was still lying on the ground, clutching his tailbone and howling, deliberately pointing out his identity.

No wonder they are so arrogant, it turns out that the backstage is tough!

Liu Guanshi's nephew, no wonder he was able to walk sideways in the academy, with the help of his elder brother.

Su Qingluo raised her eyebrows, and looked at Liu Xin with a playful look.

"Hey, Liu Xin, stop howling, do you want to recognize the boss, give me a quick word, don't recognize our brother and you have broken off friendship."

Tian Qi's attitude changed very quickly, and he was very adaptable to his status as a younger brother, and he helped criticize Liu Xin.

"I admit it, I admit it."

With a stomach full of bitterness, Liu Xin clutched his tailbone and struggled to get up from the ground, moved in front of Su Qingluo with a mournful face, and yelled "Boss" reluctantly.

Su Qingluo didn't care much, she had plenty of ways to make him submit, she threw a box of ointment to Tian Qi, and ordered in a concentrated voice.

"I'll give you the ointment. Apply the ointment to the painful area, and it will be fine in a while. After applying the ointment, come to the class. Everyone is not allowed to be late and leave early. Come to Xiaozhulin during the break. I will teach you some basic skills of martial arts."

"Okay, boss, I'll listen to you."

The seven boys were overjoyed, but Liu Xin drooped his eyelids and remained silent.

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When Master Wu officially entered the classroom for class, the desks in the classroom were already full. There were four rows of seats and seven students in each row. All twenty-four students from the elementary class were present.

Master Wu walked up to the podium, put down the textbook, squinted his eyes, and glanced at the eight most mischievous students sitting upright under the podium. He was obviously stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the sun outside the window.

Could it be that the sun came out from the west?

These eight most troublesome students actually stayed in the classroom obediently.

"Stand up and say hello to Master."

A boy who was the class monitor stood up respectfully and took the lead in bowing to the master.

"Hello, master."

The rest of the children stood up and saluted respectfully.

Eight mischievous ghosts are among them.

"Sit down."

Master Wu smiled gratifiedly, picked up the textbook and began to lecture.

The homework of the enlightenment class is relatively simple, starting from the most basic stroke literacy.

Master Wu is very experienced in teaching. At the beginning of the chapter, he told a few interesting folk stories, which aroused the students' interest. He listed the names of the protagonists in the stories and asked everyone to follow along.

Su Qingluo listened with gusto, and was a little cautious when practicing writing, intentionally writing in an irregular way, so as not to let people see the clues.

Even so, Master Wu instructed the students to hold a pen and write one by one, and when he came to her, he was obviously surprised.

The little girl's handwriting in front of her is smooth, vigorous and powerful, and each stroke exaggerates the charm and momentum that has been accumulated over the years, which cannot be accomplished overnight.

Although she deliberately concealed it, and the few strokes were crooked and twisted, it was still difficult to conceal her profound skills.

"You are Su Zixuan's younger sister?"

The extreme shock made him feel complicated, and he couldn't help asking.