Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 816 Classmate, My Study Was Delayed 14
Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji!

Shen Ronghua said he was very pleased to be able to inspire everyone's enthusiasm for learning.

The bell rang from afar, and the children in front of the window scattered and sat in their seats one after another.

A familiar figure broke into Shen Ronghua's sight.

A slim man, with a textbook in his hand, walked slowly to the front desk, facing everyone.

Shen Ronghua was extremely surprised, how could it be Bo Huai?

In the next moment, Bo Huai explained the reason: "Mr. Shou Bai has important matters at home, and he can't get away for a while, so I will substitute for the class today."

This situation has happened before.

In Zhengde Academy, what the children are most afraid of is not the old man, but Bo Huai who comes here to take over from time to time.

This big brother looks gentle and looks good, but they just think it's scary.

Obviously, the face doesn't match the grimness.

Bo Huai wrote down a few words he had learned the day before on the board, and after going through them quickly, he started the new content.

His voice was mellow and clear, and when he spoke slowly, it seemed as if he was composing some tune, which was indescribable.

Shen Ronghua copied down his handwriting and practiced it while listening to his voice.

Her posture was really not elegant, she was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed together, one hand was pressing the paper, the other was holding a writing brush, most of her body was lying on the ground.

After Bo Huai explained the meaning and usage of each word, he walked among the students.

Seeing him coming down, the children dared not relax for a moment.

Bo Huai walked to the last row, stood in the left corner, and poked the child's back with a book.

The child straightened his back quickly.

Bo Huai took another two steps forward, and a room of the book touched a child's arm.

The child immediately adjusted his pen holding posture and wrote two words.

Bo Huai frowned slightly, leaned over and dipped some ink into the inkstone with his index finger, rubbing it lightly between his fingertips.

Brows stretched.

Squeeze your fingers behind your back.

Then he walked casually to the window.

A shadow suddenly fell above Shen Ronghua.

She raised her face subconsciously, and was a little startled by the person who came, her whole little head tilted back uncontrollably.

Bo Huai didn't care, bent his elbows, rested on the window sill, leaned out most of his body, and looked at her paper.

"Written so much?" He seemed surprised.

Shen Ronghua puffed out his chest, and said crisply: "Yes!"

Bo Huai smiled slightly, as if appreciating it: "Bring it to me to have a look."

Shen Ronghua quickly handed it over.

Bo Huai took it, looked at it quite seriously, and gradually frowned.

Shen Ronghua looked at him and then at the writing, seeing his frown, he couldn't help leaning over, and said nervously: "Is there something wrong with the writing?"

Bo Huai pondered for a moment, and was about to say something, when he raised his eyes, he stopped.

Shen Ronghua tilted his head, "Huh?"

"Your face..." Bo Huai reminded.

"What's wrong with my face?" Shen Ronghua asked and wiped it.

Bo Huai sighed and shook his head, raised his hand to leave a smear of black on her fair cheek, and kindly reminded: "There is ink stained here."

Shen Ronghua trembled a little, the tips of his ears turned red, and his limbs had the urge to curl up.

While she was in a trance, Bo Huai wiped her left cheek a few times, looked at the extra black marks, and spoke nonsense in a serious manner, with a little smile in surprise: "You practice a word , how did you train yourself to look like a little cat?"

Shen Ronghua hugged himself, blushing, and said incredulously, "How is it possible!"

(End of this chapter)