Chapter 281： Melon-eating trio

Chapter 281 The melon-eating trio

Although his eyes only moved away for a moment, he still saw it clearly.

damn it.

Sang Qi was annoyed that he was frightened by a child's eyes for a moment, and was extremely angry.

Ye Qianning's eyes turned away from him and landed on Sang Zhi, who was walking up to him. His smile suddenly turned into a flower, full of blessings, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for one night, and my temper has gotten worse. Not bad."

Sang Zhi knew what she said. Although he was a little happy, he didn't show too much on his face and sat in his seat.

"Why didn't you come to class this morning?" he asked.

"cloudy day."

"What does cloudy weather have to do with schoolwork?"

"On cloudy days, I think it's a holiday." Ye Qianning has a bad habit. She doesn't want to work when it's cloudy and rainy.

Sang Zhi frowned, not quite understanding.

"I think so too." Qian Zhuye understood very well.

Today he almost didn't get up because of the cloudy weather.

Ye Qianning nodded: "You still understand me."

Sang Zhi's frown deepened. Qian Zhuye understood, but he didn't.

“Why is it a cloudy day off?”

"I don't want to move on a cloudy day."

"Why?"

"It's just... in short... I can't understand a good student like you." It's hard for Ye Qianning to explain his personal feelings.

"The Eighth Prince is different from us."

"Yes, we are not that curly, we just want to show off."

Sang Zhi frowned so hard he could kill a fly: "What do you mean?"

"Pfft." Ye Qianning wanted to laugh when she saw how serious he was.

Qian Zhuye lay on the table and sighed, the Eighth Prince is really... ugh, I can't explain it.

Ye Qianning saw that he still had a stubborn face, stopped smiling and asked, "What is your favorite?"

"read."

"You are looking at me and Qian Zhuye again. When have you ever seen us reading a book seriously?" Ye Qianning pointed at Qian Zhuye who was lying like a puddle of mud.

Sang Zhi looked around and saw that both of them were lying on the table as if they were boneless.

If someone had asked him before, he would have scolded him unceremoniously.

But now he was silent.

In comparison, Qian Zhuye was more similar to Ye Qianning, so he understood everything she said.

He didn't know why he felt unhappy at all.

"What you are thinking about is studying. What we are thinking about is eating, drinking, having fun and not doing schoolwork. It's naturally different." The volume is too high. A typical day without studying will make you feel uncomfortable.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyes, seeming to be thinking seriously.

"Besides these, I also want to learn the sword from your father." Qian Zhuye suddenly became less sleepy when he mentioned the sword: "Have you told your father about me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"If you want to learn, you'd better find a master yourself. We don't dare to offend your uncle with such a black heart."

It's just a single seedling, and it's still precious.

Following Dad, if he does something bad, their family cannot bear the responsibility.

"My uncle is my uncle, and I am me. Next time I take a break, I will go to your house to play." Qian Zhuye wanted to see Xiang Minghou's sword.

"No, I won't necessarily go home recently."

"how?"

"There is something going on at home right now. It will take a few days before we can go back." Ye Qianning didn't want to get involved with her father and the Zhan family, and she also had Aunt Liu and all her aunts at home.

Mrs. Liu was so sad that she left the Xiang family since she found out that she was not included in the family tree. Her father bought her a property and a house. Even if she found another husband, the money would be enough for the two of them to spend a lifetime.

Qian Zhuye thought of what happened to Xiang's family recently, so he realized what was going on and shut up. Sang Qi turned around and glared. If it weren't for Master Song, he would never have spared the fat man. No matter how smart he was, how could he be so smart? He was exaggerating!

The Master walked in and the students sat down one after another.

Sang Zhi also straightened his body immediately and looked forward.

Ye Qianning continued to lie down. She didn't sleep all day and all night yesterday, so she could take a short break during class.

She was lying on her stomach so that she didn't sleep as deeply as before. She was in better spirits today and turned to look at Sang Zhi.

The master was talking about the classics. When asked, Sang Zhi raised his hand, and then the master nodded to Sang Qi to answer.

Ye Qianning's eyes drifted away, and Sang Qi answered eloquently while holding the book. An eight-year-old is not much shorter than a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

"Okay, the prince is indeed a rare talent to have such insights at such a young age. Sit down." Master Zhang praised him.

Sang Qi sat down.

Ye Qianning's eyes fell on the old-fashioned face again. He was as cold as ever, and he didn't feel any displeasure at being robbed of his answer.

The Master talked for a while and continued to ask questions. Sang Zhi raised his hand, and the Master named Sang Qi again.

Sang Qi listened carefully and had real talent and knowledge. He answered every question very well.

After going back and forth three or four times in one class, Sang Qi seemed to be facing off against Sang Zhi, trying to overpower him in everything.

Until the end of get out of class, the Master left his evening homework today. Some students went back to their rooms to study, while others stayed in the classroom to study.

"Aren't you leaving?" Ye Qianning stood up.

Sang Zhi did not move: "I will stay in the school to review."

Ye Qianning also sat down.

Sang Zhi raised his head.

"I'll accompany you." Ye Qianning raised her little face and smiled.

Sang Zhi paused and nodded, feeling warm in his heart.

"You all stay in school to do your evening homework?" Qian Zhuye stood in front of their table.

"He does and I continue to sleep."

"Let's go together then." Qian Zhuye pulled up a bench and sat down at their table. He picked up the brush and said with some distress: "Eighth Prince... Can you let me take a look at what you have written? I'm not very good at it."

"Sang Zhi, don't copy for him. Who asked him to talk to me secretly in class?" Ye Qianning pouted, as if he was copying her own.

“…”

Qian Zhuye curled his lips, picked up his pen and thought hard.

Sang Zhi had already started writing.

Ye Qianning saw that most of the students in the school stayed in the school. If they were not really conscious on weekdays, Sang Qi also left at the same time, and the brush in his hand was not heard.

"Look." She took a photo of Qian Zhuye.

Qian Zhuye turned around to look. Although they could only see the back of Sang Qi's head, the brush was writing without stopping.

"Is the prince really so talented?" he was curious.

Ye Qianning clicked her tongue and shook her head: "It's too rolled."

Sang Qi's exams were so fast that even a middle-level student would be embarrassed. He worked too hard, and even the old-fashioned guy who was doing exams felt tired.

"Juan?" Qian Zhuye was confused.

"Just pretending."

Ye Qianning said, taking out a piece of pastry from his sleeve and eating it.

"I also think it's quite pretentious. Master, you're just asking questions, why do you want to show off like this?" Qian Zhuye turned around to see her eating and stretched out her hand.

Ye Qianning also gave him a piece, nodded and said: "Look at him, the writing brush is shaking like a Yangko dance, how can the handwriting be beautiful?"

"It can't be worse than your handwriting."

"You can't say for sure, my handwriting is already very good." Ye Qianning ate and turned around: "I'm a little old-fashioned, don't you think so?"

"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.

Ye Qianning smiled and narrowed her eyes when she received the affirmation, and brought the cake to his mouth with her little hand.

Sang Zhi hesitated.

"It's delicious." Ye Qianning smiled.

(End of chapter)