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Fu Jing glanced at the person in front, seemed a little apprehensive, did not speak, and waved his hands to let the crowd disperse.

Before the few people were seated, Master Qingfa stepped into the school, put down the books, and mentioned the task of filling in the poems left yesterday, "Young masters, hand over the completed poems to me first, and I will carefully review and correct them."

Ye Donglan had written the poem a long time ago, and at this time he got up to hand it in, but Fu Jing stopped him regardless of Master Qingfa's presence, and he smiled, showing his canine teeth, "Mr. Ye, I didn't write it yesterday, why don't you write it down?" Give this to me, I think Mr. Ye is full of poetry, and it shouldn't be difficult to write another one."

Ye Donglan was unprepared, the rice paper in his hand had been taken away by Fu Jing, he reacted and raised his hand to grab it, the two men held the same piece of rice paper in their broad hands, which was somewhat limited, but neither of them let go, Fu Jing smiled Ye Donglan frowned.

Fu Jing tugged hard to his side, and seeing that Ye Donglan had no intention of letting go, he turned his wrist, and with a "stab", the thin and fragile rice paper broke in two in the hands of two people.

Fu Jing tightly clenched the half of his hand into a ball, curled his lips, "Why is Mr. Ye so careless, it's a pity that this is a good poem."

Suddenly someone stood up and handed a piece of rice paper to Fu Jing, "Young Master Fu, this is the poem you asked me to fill out for you."

Fu Jing waved his hand to signal that the person would hand it over for him, then turned his head and smiled at Ye Donglan again, "I've forgotten about it, I'm sorry, Young Master Ye."

Ye Donglan's brows twitched, his gentle temper had been worn out in the army for two years, and he was with some bloody men all day long, not to mention that he himself was a good young man, how could he have no temper at all, He came to the academy to study, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he endured it again and again, but no matter how good his temper was, he was about to explode when he was provoked by Fu Jing. Ye Donglan also exerted force in his hands, and the only half of the rice paper left was crumpled by him , "I'm afraid Mr. Fu didn't do it on purpose."

Ye Donglan gritted his teeth, the hostility on his body was heavy.

After all, there are a group of young masters who have never seen the world in the school, and Ye Donglan crawled out of the dead on the battlefield, and now they are somewhat shocked.

Only Fu Jing casually laughed, "How could it be? I can sincerely make friends with Brother Ye."

"I don't need Mr. Fu's friendship. I just hope that the well water will not violate the river water in the future. Otherwise, Donglan is a vulgar person. I can't blame me for doing anything that is not good for you."

"That's right..." Fu Jing squinted his eyes, and was about to say something when someone stopped him suddenly. The man was half a head taller than him. Jing, Fu Jing smiled, "Young Master Cong seems to be very nosy today?"

Cong Jing looked indifferent, "I'm just collecting poems on behalf of my master, please hand them over to me as soon as possible."

"No." Fu Jing handed over the poem that the person gave him just now. He was used to doing this, and he was used to it naturally. Then he pointed to Ye Donglan, "Just now, Mr. Ye said that he didn't write it and wanted to borrow it from me." Let’s take a look, since Mr. Cong came to collect it himself, I can’t delay.”

Although Cong Jing didn't watch the excitement, she knew what happened. Looking at Ye Donglan, she said calmly, "Just make another copy."

Ye Donglan thanked Cong Jing for his relief several times, nodded slightly, returned to his seat and re-transcribed the poem and handed it in. Cong Jing collected all the homework and handed it to Master Qingfa. Qingfa tapped the table with a ruler just like yesterday , Speaking of learning.

As usual, Fu Jing was out of shape and didn't listen to the lecture. He just gave Cong Jing an unwilling look, and then looked back at Ye Donglan. It is rare for someone to look down on him so much. He clenched his fists and was determined to give Ye Donglan a good look.