Master always wants to touch my tail after dressing up as a little milk fox

"...the worst?" Qin Mo was a little surprised, and unconsciously raised his voice. He quickly took out the sign he just got today, with three large characters on it "Ting class."

The corners of Qin Mo's lips twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He already knew about Gu Junli's work in Class A. After all, the main purpose of his coming to listen to the class was to provide Gu Junli with psychological counseling and guide him on the right path, so of course he had to find out.

The fault was that he couldn't read, they were all big and bold characters written with a brush, and he still had a lot of characters he didn't know, so he didn't bother to read them, and defaulted that he could go to the best class with Wen Ruan.

As a result, he is actually in the T-shaped class?

"Qin Mo, what are you doing, the master is talking at the top, and you are talking at the bottom, do you listen to me or you?" At the front, the master on the high platform was already very angry after being interrupted twice in a row.

He looked at Qin Mo below and said, "How much of what I said just now have you memorized? Bring it here and let me have a look."

"Ah?" Qin Mo was taken aback, he didn't know what the old man said, he came to find Gu Junli.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, the master on the stage walked down by himself, went to Qin Mo's side, and probed to have a look. When he saw the white as new paper, his face turned pale with anger.

Whispering at the bottom, without writing a single word, he glanced at Wen Ruan's desk next to him, there were several sheets of paper bastards.

Although Wang Ba has nothing to do with schoolwork, fortunately, he is serious about painting.

"What's going on?" Master looked at Qin Mo, "You can understand even if you just came here, but you have to study hard. Master, I'll talk about why you didn't write a single word for a long time."

Qin Mo knew that Gu Junli was not here and was already a bit hit, so he didn't want to deal with it, so he just told the truth.

"I can't write."

"Which word can't you write?"

"None."

The master was so angry that he didn't catch his breath. He took a step back and stood firm. It was the first time he met someone who dared to contradict him. Although Wen Ruan didn't like to learn, she was obedient.

Thinking of those rumors outside, the master still endured it, and asked again.

"Then what will you write?"

Qin Mo thought for a while, then picked up a brush on one side, dipped it in ink, and wrote "one, two, three" on the white paper, then looked innocently at the teacher on the other side.

"that's it."

Some of the disciples who came closer couldn't hold it back, they burst out laughing with a "puchi", they were glared at by the master, and quickly retreated.

The master didn't say anything, turned around and left. After a while, two monks who were guarding the Xiuzhen Academy came and took Qin Mo away. By the way, there was Wen Ruan, the little tail on Qin Mo's back.

In the tea room of Xiuzhen Academy, Wen Qilin had just made a pot of tea and was drinking when he saw two people walking in.

He raised his head, and Wen Ruan obediently called out "Daddy." Wen Qilin nodded, sighed, and pointed to the side: "Ruan Ruan, you teach this little... little disciple to write."

Others don't know, how can Wen Qilin not know, this is not a person at all, how can he know how to read and write, I'm afraid it would be good if he can write one, two, three.

Qin Mo raised his head unexpectedly, he thought he would be scolded.

"Your master can't teach you. There is already one person who has not passed the promotion exam after so many years. If there is another one, he will go home and farm."

"Farming?" Wen Ruan leaned over curiously, looked at Wen Qilin, "Daddy, is Master sick?"

Wen Ruan subconsciously felt that everyone was sick, just like him, and his father said he was sick and stupid.

Wen Qilin patted the table: "One draws bastards, and the other only knows one, two, three. It's not because of anger."

He took a book from the side and threw it on a table beside him: "Teach Qin Mo how to write."

Wen Ruan nodded, and while pulling Qin Mo to write, she said in a serious voice, "Master is sick, and I have to farm."

Qin Mo suppressed a smile and sat beside him.

Originally, he thought that Wen Ruan could only draw bastards, but he didn't expect that Wen Ruan's handwriting was neat and neat, and he never forgot the content of the book. Compared with him, Qin Mo felt that he was a fool.

He finally understood that 288 said Wen Ruan was a genius.

According to what Wen Ruan wrote, Qin Mo also wrote on the paper, looking very serious, but he was still thinking about Gu Junli in his heart.

He didn't really want to come to listen to the study, and now he can't see Gu Junli at all, when will he learn, and he has to complete the task and go home as soon as possible.

After spending the whole morning in a daze, after school at noon, Wen Qilin took Wen Ruan to accompany him back to the Liuli Palace.

Qin Mo grabbed his schoolbag and walked in front, followed by Wen Ruan, who was taller than him, and Wen Qilin, who looked fierce.

Qin Mo felt that he was now like a child who got into trouble on the first day of school and was followed by the teacher to find his parents.

Amidst the gazes of others along the way, he finally arrived at the Liuli Palace, pushed open the door and trotted in, seeing Chu Wei lying leisurely on the reclining chair in the yard, Qin Mo felt relieved a lot.

He trotted over, sat beside the recliner, tugged at Chu Wei's sleeves, and watched him without speaking.

Chu Xi opened his eyes, and saw the little fox who was very close to him at a glance, as if he had been wronged, looking at him inexplicably and pitifully.

Chu Wei raised his hand and pinched his face: "Isn't it because I'm going to attend school? Why did you become like this after a long time?"

Qin Mo curled his lips, who wants to listen to the old man's rambling, he obviously went to be Gu Junli's life mentor, but now he can't even see Gu Junli's shadow.

But he didn't dare to say this, he knew that Chu Wei was stingy.

Wen Qilin, who had been standing there for quite a while without being watched, finally couldn't bear to watch, and coughed a few times.

Chu Wei turned his head to look at the two people beside him, Wen Ruan happily greeted him, and Wen Qilin behind him had a long face.

Chu Wei patted Qin Mo on the back: "Put down your schoolbag and go to the kitchen to cook."

Qin Mo nodded, got up and left, Wen Ruan loved his cooking the most, so naturally he also left.

There were only two people left in the yard, Chu Wei sat up and looked at Wen Qilin.

"It's a rare day today. Brother Wen actually came to my Liuli Palace for dinner. Are you afraid to eat vegetarian noodles with me?"

Wen Qilin also knew that he couldn't talk to Chu Wei, so he didn't care what he said, so he walked to the stone table beside him and sat down.

"Master Liu from the T-character class came to me today. You little fox doesn't know a single word, only one, two, three. How do you ask him to teach you?"

The new disciples they accept at Luoxian Mountain every year have to pass the most basic civil and military tests, and only after passing the basic test, although the civil and military tests are not very strict, at least they can get started.

"Isn't this just right? Draw turtles with Ruan Ruan in class?" Chu Wei didn't care.

Anyway, there is Ruan Ruan, and there is no shortage of one more.

"You...you go and tell him yourself, Mrs. Liu's face turned pale today, I have no face to tell him." Wen Qilin stood up angrily, and strode out.

In his later years, the master accepted Chu Wei as a young disciple. He was extremely talented, he knew everything, he was good at everything, but he was used to being self-willed and casual, and he had no rules at all.

Wen Qilin had a bad temper, and was blown up by Chu Wei every time, but every time he talked and talked, Wen Qilin didn't take it for granted, so he could only get angry.