Chapter 248： Penalty for being late

Chapter 248: Being late and being fined

"No, I just want to make a deal with you. You can try it." Ye Qianning threw the red fruit over.

The lorikeet's little eyes lit up, and it seemed that it had forgotten its fear when it saw the fruit. It took two steps to come to the cage and started to peck at it. The bird's face changed from nervousness to enjoyment.

It seems that I have never tasted such delicious fruit in all my life. There is indeed nothing in the mountains.

After the lorikeet was full, it fell down and fell asleep. Ye Qianning shook it a few times but nothing happened. She remembered that the lorikeet's habits didn't seem to be like this.

Could it be that its habit genes have changed here?

Although she didn't get a response, Ye Qianning was 100% sure that the little honey sucker had almost fallen, and she would come to her door when she woke up.

Food is the most important thing in any animal's mind, even if it is a ferocious one, there is always a chance for negotiation.

"Hey, I got so angry so quickly."

Dean Chen entered the room after reading a book and saw the bird lying motionless.

"…sleeping."

Dean Chen smiled and said nothing, fearing that he might not wake up.

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The class bell of Loushan Academy rang. Ye Qianning got up and thought about what she had said to her master yesterday. She even had time to eat breakfast, so she took a plate of pastries and put it in the space before going to the academy.

When he arrived at school, he was already halfway through his classes, and Ye Qianning arrived late.

"If you are late for class, you will be punished by copying the disciple rules ten times."

"Yes, Master."

"come in."

Ye Qianning had been tinkering with the medicine in the space for a long time at night. There was nothingness under his feet. He was too sleepy to wake up. He walked to the table and lay down on the seat. He folded his two little hands on his head and tilted the pillow to sleep.

The Master didn't look at it, but shed tears in his heart. Who said yesterday that he would definitely abide by it!

Sang Zhi frowned at her and couldn't help but push her.

Ye Qianning just raised her eyelids and fell asleep again. Throughout the school, the master was giving lectures above, and the students below were half paying attention to the top and half to the back. They slept openly and openly, worthy of being taught by the dean himself.

"Ye Qianning fell asleep in class and was punished by copying the disciples' rules ten times." The master had an attitude of hating iron for not being able to become steel.

Ye Qianning raised her little hand without raising her head, "Yes, Master, accept the punishment."

The master was very angry. There were so many schools in the academy, so why did the little ancestor choose his school to teach? Oh, what a bad luck!

At the end of the class period, as soon as the bell rang, Ye Qianning woke up, yawned and stretched.

"Twenty times the Disciple's Regulations. If you don't finish copying them today, you are not allowed to leave." The master glared and walked out of the school with the books in his arms.

As soon as the master left, the school became noisy, and most eyes looked at Ye Qianning behind him.

"Twenty times the disciple's rules, you are in trouble. I saw it last time when I copied it for you." Qian Zhuye immediately came over.

"Master is not blind."

Ye Qianning took out the rice paper, picked up the brush on the table and prepared to copy.

"You really copied it." Qian Zhuye was a little surprised.

"Of course, the rules of the academy are iron-clad. If you make a mistake, you will have to copy it." Ye Qianning started writing. There were many strokes in traditional Chinese characters, and the writing brush was naturally too big. The traditional characters could not be written on a piece of rice paper. .

"puff."

The students couldn't help laughing when they saw Ye Qianning's words.

Qian Zhuye picked it up and blew on the ink: "It's quite useless rice paper."

Ye Qianning was not affected at all. It took a long time to write a word, one stroke at a time. Some traditional Chinese characters are really terrible.

"You can write this twenty times and you won't be able to finish next year." Sang Zhi couldn't stand it anymore.

"I don't want to either."

That's all her current abilities are.

(End of chapter)