The devil is below, I am the master

Wen Wu left such a sentence and turned his back, obviously to see off the guests.

Wen Ran touched the palm of her beaten hand, it was indeed the master's ruler, the wound was burning with pain, picked up the book and ran out quickly.

After leaving the yard, Wen Ran held the pile of books and lost the desire to continue investigating, so she hurried to meet Bai Zhe.

Bai Zhe had already completed the investigation of the area he was in charge of, and had been waiting for Wen Ran to come back.

As a result, as soon as Wen Ran entered his line of sight, he noticed something strange about Wen Ran.

"What happened to the hand?" he asked.

Wen Ran pushed the book to him to hug, and said aggrievedly: "Sir, I beat you."

Bai Zhe took the pile of heavy books, his eyes changed, "Wen Wu?"

Wen Ran nodded immediately, and told him what Wen Wu told him earlier that he would check his homework the day after tomorrow.

I couldn't help complaining, but Bai Zhe didn't react too much, but the pace of going back seemed to speed up.

After returning to the dormitory, Wu Fenghua was already resting on the bed. In the afternoon, the gentlemen had to judge the papers, so there was no class.

Seeing that Bai Zhe opened the door first and came in, he was startled. He thought he had gone through the wrong door.

"You don't eat at noon, why did you go?" He couldn't help asking.

Wen Ran sighed: "Don't mention it, you will cry if you talk too much."

After putting down the book, Bai Zhe grabbed Wen Ran's wrist and pulled him to his side: "Hand."

Hearing this, Wen Ran opened her palm obediently.

There were several red marks on the palm of his hand.

"What's wrong with your hands? Who hit you? Oh, are you okay?" Wu Fenghua was surprised, and asked like a chatterbox.

Bai Zhe, who was holding Wen Ran next to him, looked at him coldly.

Seeing Bai Zhe grasping Wen Ran's palm, Wu Fenghua suddenly felt that he could taste what the other party wanted to say but didn't say out of this silent gaze——

"...How about I go out for a stroll too?" Wu Fenghua asked in a low voice.

Bai Zhe's eyes moved to the direction of the gate seemingly randomly.

"..." Wu Fenghua had no tears in his eyes, but tears in his heart, "I'll go, I'll just go."

There were only the two of them left in the room.

Bai Zhe took out the wound medicine he was carrying and applied it to Wen.

The wounds left by this kind of gentleman don’t look deep, but they are actually very painful. After all, students have to write with their hands, and they are all delicate skin and tender flesh. If you don’t take the wound medicine well, you may be unlucky and leave marks. .

Wen Ran was holding the wound medicine in one hand, and the other hand was not idle. He hooked up a pile of books given by Mr. Wenwu, and opened them to read.

"There are so many essay questions!" Wen Ran looked at the series of questions one after another, and her head grew bigger.

The point is that there are only questions, not answers.

Originally, Wen Ran thought that the other party gave him books, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to work hard today and pass the test quickly with a good memory.

But the problem is that there is no answer for him to recite now.

The little paper man jumped out of his sleeve when he heard his wailing.

Wen Ran poked the paper figurine, and couldn't help but said to it: "Why don't we just knock out the people in the academy, and then steal the painting directly? The possibility of success is higher."

Otherwise, with Mr. Wenwu's temperament, if he fails to pass the test the day after tomorrow, he may be kicked out directly.

The paper figurine twisted its thin body, as if a little confused.

Wen Ran's remarks felt unrealistic even after she finished speaking.

Although he is a fairy, he has different abilities compared to mortals, but now he is in the human world after all, and a fairy can manage the human world, but this does not mean that he can manipulate the human world as he likes, and then change the rules of the human world.

What's more, this is the Academy of Immortals. If some people from aristocratic families also know some mystic secrets, it will not end well if they break through.

After Bai Zhe finished giving him the medicine, he suddenly said, "You take a nap in the afternoon."

"Sleep?" Wen Ran must have been happy when he heard this before, but now he was entrusted with uneasy feelings, "It's all like this, are you still sleeping?"

What to do with that pile of books?

Bai Zhe looked calm: "You sleep first, I will find a way."

I don't know why, but after hearing this, Wen Ran's heart suddenly became more at ease.

Bai Zhe drove him to the bed.

But he went out with the pile of books in his arms.

Lying on her side on her little bed, Wen Ran stared at the re-closed door for a while.

……

The sky gradually darkened, and after the silent dusk came the deep night.

The students at Diziyuan have always been honest. Tomorrow is the first day of class. All the freshmen have gone to bed early, so the whole courtyard is quiet.

However, there is one room that is an exception at this time——

On the table by the window, there was a faint candlelight.

The slender brush kept scribbling across the paper, leaving lines of vigorous strokes, and the soft candlelight quietly outlined the slender figure of this person.

There was another student in white behind him, holding a thick book in one hand, and holding down a paper roll full of words with the other, he was browsing quickly, almost counting lines at a glance.

The little paper man sitting next to him couldn't help but yawned a little.

--Very sleepy.

Time passed little by little.

From time to time, the sound of pages turning could be heard in the room.

Until the sky turned white.

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