Proud Farm Girl With A Space

Chapter 30 I can't read

Yunting and Yunfeng looked at each other for a long time without saying a word, already thinking that Tang Wanli was a girl with an abnormal mind.

If Qingfeng Xulai's dishes can be regarded as unpalatable, then they have to ask, what is considered a delicacy in the world?

Besides, what does it matter to her whether they go or not?

Knowing Tang Wanli's identity, Yun Ting deepened her dislike for her.

Even if there is a competitive relationship between Babao Ruyi Pavilion and Qingfeng Xulai, it is not unconscionable to slander other people's dishes, right?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know what happened at the gate of the academy. She and Qin Wanrou had just exchanged food in the food box.

Before her husband came, Qin Wanrou was very fast, and ate up a plate of ribs in two or three strokes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao promised to treat his niece to eat the cake brought by his beautiful sister, but he didn't move no matter how greedy he was.

After Qin Wanrou finished eating, she felt that she had come back to life. She rubbed her stomach and wailed, "Fortunately, I have thick calluses on my hands, otherwise copying the classroom rules twenty times would have killed me!"

It is normal for Qin Wanrou to have thick calluses on her hands due to dancing with knives and swords all the year round. No matter how long she practices calligraphy, she will not develop blisters like her.

She pursed her lips and smiled, Wanrou had a plan, so she naturally had a wall ladder.

Her "ladder over the wall" is Lingquan water.

"Hey, have you finished your homework?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao's right hand holding the pen lay flat on the table calmly, only the back of his fair hand was exposed, "I'm done writing, how about you?"

Qin Wanrou rubbed her wrist, "I finished writing too, I'm so sour."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's actions were completely subconscious, and she didn't want others to notice the clues. Fortunately, Qin Wanrou is a person with an eccentric personality, so she didn't pay attention, and quickly changed the topic.

The female students ran in in twos and threes, and after a while, Jiang Xiaoxiao saw Mr. Mo Xian walking towards them.

After she gave Wanrou a look, she quickly sat upright, looking at her nose and heart, her eyes didn't dare to glance at Mr. Mo Xian except in the direction of Mr. Mo Xian.

She learned the lesson from yesterday, and she didn't dare to look around at all.

Everyone seemed to be aware of it, chattering about which shop had the best rouge and gouache; or talking about which young man was handsome, their voices gradually faded away, and Mo Xian only started to give a lecture when the whole room was silent.

This scene is like the students meeting the head teacher.

Fortunately, there were no other incidents today. Mo Xian is very strict with the students, but as long as he does not violate the rules in the classroom, he is still easy to speak.

The time for studying always flies by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is noon.

"Okay, let's stop here for today, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Qin Wanrou stay here for a while."

The others paused for a moment, glanced at the two of them vaguely, packed up their pens and ink, and left one after another.

Jiang Xiaoxiao knew why Mr. Mo Xian wanted them to stay, so he handed Mr. Mo Xian a stack of thick papers with his left hand and returned the book to him.

If you use your right hand, it will inevitably reveal that your right hand is intact. If your husband suspects that this is not her handwriting, you will be in trouble.

Unless there are thick calluses on the hands, who can hold a brush for an entire afternoon and write with smooth palms?

Otherwise, the only possibility left is for her to ask someone to help with her homework.

As everyone knows, Jiang Xiaoxiao is completely overwhelmed.

No one can imitate her handwriting like a dog!

Mo Xian took Jiang Xiaoxiao's manuscript, bowed his head and read it carefully, his eyes lingering on each page for a long time.

Jiang Xiaoxiao waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Mr. Mo Xian to let her go from school, so he couldn't help but glance at him nervously.

She noticed that her husband's frown was getting deeper and deeper, and she suddenly felt a little bit in her heart. Would Mr. Mo Xian let her go back to work?

Qin Wanrou was standing beside him, so she could naturally see how ugly Xiaoxiao's words were...

To put it mildly, it is beyond words.

She silently lit a candle for her in her heart, and smiled at her...I'm afraid I have to go back to work.

The waiting time was the most exhausting, and Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart was always hanging, lest her husband let her go back to work.

All the students in the room were gone, only the three of them were left, and the air became condensed little by little.

It was so long that Jiang Xiaoxiao thought he wouldn't be able to speak anymore, so Mo Xian said: "It's more than serious, but you still stay where you are, just recite the classroom rules for me."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, didn't he? I have to recite it again!

Her little face flushed from holding back, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

If she could read and write, of course she could recite the classroom rules now.

As the saying goes, a bad pen is worse than a good memory.

The main reason is that she has copied it twenty times, and she can memorize the classroom rules no matter what, but the problem is, she can't read!

Qin Wanrou didn't know what happened to Jiang Xiaoxiao, who seemed so clever, suddenly became speechless.

The classroom rules are also difficult. Because she copied too much, she can memorize them backwards. It's ridiculous... What's going on with Xiaoxiao!

She scratched her head anxiously, wishing she could recite it instead of her, and even mouthed to remind her.

Mo Xian noticed her small movements, and turned his head to give her a cool look. Qin Wanrou's whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Um?"

A voice came from next to his ear, Jiang Xiaoxiao came back to his senses, wishing he could dig a hole and get in, the voice was as thin as a mosquito, "Sir, I, I..."

"What's wrong with you?" A stern light flashed in Mo Xian's eyes. If she couldn't memorize the classroom rules even after copying it twenty times, it could only show that she didn't care!

Fortunately, he thought that Jiang Xiaoxiao's handwriting would become more serious as he got to the end, and he had put in a lot of effort, but he didn't expect that he didn't care at all!

Mo Xian can accept a person's ugliness, and can practice ugliness slowly, but he can't have a perfunctory attitude towards learning.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and decided to go all out, "Sir, I don't know how to read."

"What?!" Qin Wanrou was stunned, she couldn't help digging out her ears, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears, Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't read...

Mo Xian thought of many reasons in his mind, but he didn't expect that it was because of this reason that she didn't speak.

Frowning, "You can't read?"

Anyway, it has already been said, Jiang Xiaoxiao simply nodded, and said it all in one go.

"To be more precise, the students only know a small part of the words. I don't know many of the words in the classroom rules, so I can't recite them. It's not because the teacher is thinking carelessly."

Mo Xian looked at her suspiciously, as if thinking about the authenticity of the news.

Jiang Xiaoxiao also knows that these words are not very convincing. Generally speaking, students who have the conditions to come to the school are generally from a good family background.

There must be literate people in the family with enlightenment, and it is inevitable for my husband to doubt.