There is no escape, the son is hard to coax

No matter what Luo Qianshu was thinking, how much he was thinking about Mo Qiyue, at this moment Mo Xiaoqi, whose sleeves were stained with ink, was cursing him with all his heart.

"Stupid scholar! Stupid scholar! You will be punished for copying stupid idiots! Curse you to take a bath at night and find that the bath water is ink!" The soft and full nib was pressed hard on the white paper, smudged into patches of black , so that the written idiom almost becomes a painter's brush, and the whole strip is black.

Outside the door, Luo Qianshu, who had just finished washing, had half-dry long hair on her head, and was holding a tray full of refreshments in her hand. After hearing someone curse, her arms shook uncontrollably, but in the end Still resisting the urge to throw things out.

Pushing the door open with the tip of her toes, she unexpectedly saw Mo Qiyue, who was already lying on the table with most of her body. She clearly had a face of reluctance, but she was still sitting obediently on the homework that was punished for copying.Of course, the premise is not to pursue his ugly mess of handwriting.

"Brother Luo? Don't I need to copy?" Smelling the scent of dim sum, Mo Xiaoqi immediately cast her full expectation on Luo Qianshu.

"No, it's just that I heard you cursed me with 'earnest' just now, telling you that you can only copy it [-] times in one night if you have a full stomach." Luo Qian changed her original intention in writing without changing her expression.

"...Where are Shunzi and Tiaozi? Why haven't you come back yet?" Obviously trying to pretend not to hear, Mo Qiyue cast her eyes through the window into the vast night, her words were concerned.

"Don't think about anything else, the two of them will study your writing problem with me all night tonight." Specially emphasizing the word "all night", Luo Qianshu is particularly experienced in pinching the hopes of lazy students.

"Ah...that's it...it's really hard work!" Mo Qiyue was obviously shocked.

"Brother Luo, you should go back and study with them first!" Mo Qiyue stood up and pushed Luo Qianshu out of the room, his relentless movements showed that he really didn't want to see Mr.

Luo Qianshu let Mo Qiyue push her away, neither speaking nor moving, obviously she was used to it.

After confirming that Luo Qianshu had returned to the direct room, Mo Qiyue, who had never had the habit of locking the door, locked the door on a rare occasion.

He hurriedly walked to the table and poured two cups of tea. Under the light, Mo Qiyue's face showed a strange excitement.

"Fan Yue, come out!" Mo Qiyue had already seen the knife she was familiar with with the silver light rubbing into her eyes.

However, this familiar knife was not held in the arms of its owner like before, but it was placed on his neck menacingly.

The spring night is cold, and the murderous aura on the blade is even colder.

Mo Qiyue couldn't think of any reason why Fanyue needed to be so rude to herself as soon as she appeared.

"You're not Fanyue." Mo Qiyue was sure that the man in black standing beside her was not Fanyue herself, even though she was using Fanyue's knife.

"You know the owner of this knife? Then you must know where he is, right? Tell me, I can consider letting you die sooner." The slightly feminine tone brought out an inexplicable coldness.

"Why do you have this knife?" The young man's face showed the stability of an adult, and Mo Qiyue's back was wet with sweat, but his face didn't show it at all.

Of course, what the young man wanted to growl in his heart was: why every time he does something by himself, he is threatened with life by various bastards? !