Chapter 3650

A slap was slapped on Qin Wuyan's shoulder, Qin Wuyan came back to his senses, and was taken aback by what he thought just now.

For Zhuang Xiaoyu's sake, he actually wanted to let these two disgusting murderers go.

He must be out of his mind to have such a ridiculous idea! !

This kind of thing that does all kinds of evil will never change its mind and start a new life.

Zhuang Minghao's hand has already been stretched out in front of him: "What about homework?"

Qin Wuyan quickly pulled out the rolled paper from his cuff, and handed it to Zhuang Minghao with both hands: "This one is for the eldest son, and the other is for the second son."

Zhuang Xiaoyu snorted: "Why do you always ask Ah Yan to help you with your homework, can't you do it yourself?"

Zhuang Mingyan answered it as a matter of course: "My good sister, I can promise you to come and attend classes every day. If I can write homework assigned by my master, can I still use him as a ghostwriter?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Can't you be more motivated?"

Zhuang Minghao replied: "My brother also wants to improve himself, but these words are because they know me, we don't know them."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sighed: "Father will grow old in the future, and you will take over this priest's mansion, what are you going to do?"

"Don't you have my sister? You are much better than us when you work so hard. You can help."

"Yes, yes, even if you marry into the Min family, sister, you can come back from time to time."

"It's a big deal, why don't we choose someone who can do these things for us?"

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Zhuang Xiaoyu originally wanted to argue with her brother, but when she mentioned her marriage, she felt uncomfortable again, and walked out resentfully.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mingyan and Zhuang Minghao chased after him to coax...

Qin Wuyan followed behind at a distance, suppressing the sneer in his heart: two idiots who don't know a lot of Chinese characters and want to be a high priest, is this kind of thing worthy?

The master took the homework submitted by the three, praised Zhuang Xiaoyu, sighed several times at the other two handwritings, and then gave up.

Compared with never handing in homework in the past, this homework is already very good if it can be handed in. It will save me from writing such stupid words tomorrow.

The master also praised the two of them out of conscience: "Not bad, not bad. Being able to hand in your homework is already a great improvement. You two should pay attention to the class and don't sleep in class..."

No matter what the master said, the two of them were doing their own things, and they both put on a look of "my young master can come to listen to your lecture and I have done you a lot of face".

The master has already seen the strangeness, and began to give lectures.

Qin Wuyan walked aside, leaned against the door frame, and began to read.

The master asked the three of them to copy the text, walked up to Qin Wuyan, and asked, "Why didn't you listen carefully to the class today?"

"Master, I can recite all the books you lent me, and I know all the words, so I thought about reading these books I haven't read while listening to your lecture."

The master stroked his beard and nodded: "Very good, very good, you don't have to listen to the old man's lectures in the future, if you have any questions that you don't understand, just bring them over and ask them."

Qin Wuyan thought of the repertoire that the old man in the library asked him to play, so he asked his master who was proficient in vocal music: "I always feel that there is something wrong with this part of the repertoire. I don't know what the master thinks?"

The more the master listened, the more he frowned: "Where did you find this messy tune? Since ancient times, good tunes can not only cultivate sentiment, but also bring people a sense of joy. Therefore, the turning point of the tune becomes extremely important.”