In public, even if Qin Zhao was unwilling, he couldn't just chase the person away.
Qin Zhao was somewhat helpless and said, "Sit down."
So, under the gazes of all the students, Jing Li leisurely sat down in the last row of the classroom.
The class continues.
Ms. Qin seemed not to be affected at all by the arrival of her husband and continued to teach the class as usual.
An hour later, Qin Zhao suddenly closed the book.
"That's all for today's lecture. We will have an in-class exam in the following time." Qin Zhao said calmly.
Students: “???”
Didn’t we just have a random test
Qin Zhao said: "The test content is to choose a paragraph from the Zeng Guang Xian Wen and write down its meaning. The limit is 300 words. You can look through the book. There is still one hour before the class ends. You can go home after you finish it."
Taking the words from the scriptures as the topic, the author writes out the meaning of the words. This is the way to write scriptures in the imperial examination.
Qin Zhao allowed students to choose their own sentences and did not specify the style of writing, which has reduced the difficulty.
However, the students of the elementary school had only been taught to recite scriptures and their interpretations during the past six months, and had never written an article to explain the principles of the scriptures. For a time, there was much complaint in the school.
Qin Zhao turned a deaf ear to this and just glanced at them indifferently. The school suddenly fell silent.
Then, there were the sounds of taking paper and pen, grinding ink, and turning pages.
Qin Zhao walked slowly between the desks. Everyone was scratching their heads and concentrating on writing. No one noticed what he was doing.
He walked up to Jing Li.
The desk in front of Jing Li was clean, and he didn't even take out paper and pen. When he saw Qin Zhao coming over, he looked up at him innocently.
The desks in the school were very low, there were no stools, only a straw mat on the ground, and everyone knelt in front of the desks. This kind of kneeling was fine for a short time, but it would easily cause numbness in the legs if it lasted for a long time.
What's more, Jingli is pregnant with a child now, so he can't bear this.
He couldn't kneel, so he just hugged his knees and sat on the cold straw mat, looking quite petite and pitiful.
Qin Zhao sighed silently, sat down beside him, and held him in his arms.
The hot palm fell on Jing Li's lower back and gently kneaded it, pressing the sore spot. The latter couldn't help but tremble: "Hmm—"
"Hush." Qin Zhao's voice sounded beside his ear, very low, "If someone hears it, they will misunderstand."
Then don’t touch it!
Jing Li glared at him aggrievedly.
Qin Zhao was unaware and continued to massage his back.
His strength was not great, and his movements were neither fast nor slow, but it was very unbearable. Jing Li couldn't stand being touched like this, especially now in the school. He quickly softened his waist and grabbed the other's wrist, "Don't..."
Qin Zhao asked: "Why did you come to see me?"
Qin Zhao had a feeling something was wrong.
Xiaoyu usually listens to him. Today he clearly told him not to come to school. If there was nothing special, this person would not disobey.
But when he recalled what he said and did before he left, he couldn't think of anything that would provoke this person.
Jing Li then remembered the reason why he came here, and immediately regained some of his composure and said, "Let go."
He spoke unconsciously a little louder. Someone heard him and glanced back, but immediately turned his head back guiltily when he saw them.
Qin Zhao didn't care at all. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked into Jing Li's eyes.
He has a temperament that makes people dare not disobey, as if it is innate. Even if he does nothing, people can't help but submit to him.
Jing Li forced himself to look at him, and before he was about to surrender, Qin Zhao finally let go.
He withdrew his hand and sat up next to Jingli.
Jing Li pursed his lips, made up his mind, took out a book from his bag, and pushed it directly in front of Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao looked up and his body visibly stiffened.
The book that Jingli took out was naturally "Spring Boudoir Secrets".
At first, Jing Li didn't know the characters of this era, so he couldn't figure out what was written in the book, and was fooled by Qin Zhao's lies. As time went by, he even forgot about the book.
It was not until he saw it today that he recognized that the word on it was not "闱" but "瑰".
This is a book of romantic stories.
In fact, if it was just a romantic story, Jing Li wouldn't be so angry.
Qin Zhao is a man after all, so it's not strange for him to read this kind of thing. And after discovering this book, Jing Li couldn't help but secretly read some of it out of curiosity, but...
The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks.
Qin Zhao had used several of the methods described in this book on him.
That's too much.
Jing Li was angry and annoyed, so he couldn't help but come and cause trouble for this man.
Mr. Qin, who was able to handle anything with ease, was speechless for a while. Jing Li felt proud and straightened his back unconsciously: "Sir, don't you want to explain?"
Qin Zhao looked at his little fish's smug look and shook his head helplessly: "No need to explain, I bought this book. I accept the punishment."
Jing Li had guessed that he would say that. He glanced around the classroom and said, "Today's exam homework..."
"I'll help you write it."
Jing Li: "Then write it now."
Qin Zhao's eyes moved slightly, and he was a little unsure of what his little fish wanted to do: "That's it?"
Jing Li smiled: "That's it."
Qin Zhao frowned suspiciously, but he still followed the agreement, took out Jing Li's pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to grind ink.
Qin Zhao sat upright, with his waist and abdomen tightened and his back straight, which made him look even more elegant. On the other hand, Jing Li leaned most of his body on him, with a relaxed and leisurely posture.
Jing Li rested his head on Qin Zhao's shoulder, watching the latter grind the ink and pick up the pen to write on the paper.
Qin Zhao didn't even need to draft the classics for the imperial examination, let alone such a simple article. He wrote fluently without thinking, and wrote a few lines in a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Qin Zhao paused, and an ink spot spread out on the white paper.
Qin Zhao took a deep breath: "You..."
Jing Li blinked innocently: "What's wrong?"
Qin Zhao turned his head and looked at him deeply.
The little fish became bolder and bolder, and just now it secretly blew air into his ear.
I don't know where he learned this bad trick.
"Nothing." Qin Zhao retracted his gaze and took out another piece of rough paper.
Jing Li looked at his red ears and almost laughed out loud if the environment wasn't inappropriate.
He learned all these from the book "The Demonic Fox's Repaying Gratitude". The demon fox in the book seduced Wang Sheng in this way when he was studying.
It really works.
No one was talking in the classroom, but the sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper and the pages turning gave Jing Li a good shelter. He recalled the contents of the storybook, and his fingers slowly touched Qin Zhao's ears to the side of his neck.
The other person's ears turned even redder.
However, Qin Zhao's concentration was obviously better than that of the scholar in the book. Although his speed was a little slower, his article was still well-balanced.
Jing Li was somewhat unwilling.
If all else fails, then there is only...
Jing Li swallowed and moved his palm slowly down Qin Zhao's waist and abdomen.
It was the first time for him to do such a thing on his own initiative, and his fingertips were shaking with nervousness. His palm moved down along the lines of the robe, and just as he was about to reach his destination, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Qin Zhao grabbed Jing Li's wrist with his left hand, put down the pen with his right hand, and said calmly: "I've finished writing."
Jing Li: “…”
Jing Li pulled his hand back abruptly: "I, I know."
Qin Zhao looked normal, and put the rough paper covered with words aside to dry. Jing Li glanced at him guiltily, then looked away.
It wasn't like he didn't touch anything just now. He felt that it was... very hot.
It's going to get out of hand.
For the rest of the time, Jing Li was always uneasy.
Fortunately, not long after, people in the school finished writing and handed in their essays. The topic Qin Zhao asked was not difficult, but it was not that easy either. An hour would be enough for those who knew how to write, but it would be useless for those who couldn't write to waste their time.
Therefore, everyone handed in their papers before the bell rang for the end of class.
Everyone handed in their papers at different times, so Qin Zhao simply sat in Jing Li's seat and started marking them on the spot.
He reviewed the papers very quickly, and divided the papers into two parts, which he placed on the table. Jing Li's attention was quickly drawn to them, and he curiously flipped through the papers that Qin Zhao had classified.
It was not until the last student handed in his essay and left that Jing Li asked, "Is this a baseline test?"
Qin Zhao looked up: "What do you mean?"
"It depends on their level." Jing Li pointed to one of the sections that Qin Zhao had divided into groups. "The level here is obviously better. Do you plan to divide them into two groups?"
Qin Zhao: “Yes.”
More than half a year has passed since the opening of the Mengxue Academy. The number of students studying in the academy has grown from the initial dozen to twenty or thirty now.
Because the students had different progress levels, the village chief built a new house and arranged for the new students to study next door.
However, this does not mean that everything is fine.
After half a year of study, there was a clear gap in the progress of the first batch of students. Some students were highly gifted and had a strong ability to absorb knowledge.
Some clearly can't keep up.
Forcing these students who cannot keep up with the progress to continue studying with other talented students will only make them fall further and further behind in their studies, just like what happened to Chen Yanan in the past.
That's why Qin Zhao wanted to separate students with different levels through an exam.
Jing Li said: "It's good to separate them, but where can we find so many teachers in the village to teach?"
"It will be available soon."
Qin Zhao tapped his fingers on the stack of articles of higher quality.
"You mean, let the students who have learned it teach the class?" Jing Liming came over and said, "That's not bad. The earliest knowledge in elementary education starts with learning to read. As long as you have learned it, you can teach others."
Qin Zhao nodded.
Jing Li lay on the table and whispered, "So it's not because you want to coax me..."
He thought that Qin Zhao noticed that he was uncomfortable sitting here and deliberately stopped the class to comfort him.
Jing Li sighed helplessly: "Let's go home, I'm hungry."
He stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Qin Zhao.
The latter looked up at him with a cold gaze: "Do you just want to leave like this?"
Jing Li looked at him and understood what he was saying, and her ears turned red.
"Qin Zhao, this is the school!"
Qin Zhao's voice was indistinguishable from his emotion: "You also know that this is a school?"
Jing Li: “…”
It seems like he was the one who flirted first.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qin Zhao gently pulled him over and placed him between him and the low table. This action made it impossible to hide anything between the two of them, and the scorching heat almost burned Jing Li.
Jing Li shrank back: "Why are you still..."
"Yes." Qin Zhao leaned closer maliciously, lowering his voice, sounding a little aggrieved, "It has been like this since the beginning."
Ever since Jing Li blew that breath at him, he has never stopped.
But he still finished writing the articles, marked the homework of the entire school, and even graded the students according to their levels.
Jing Li felt weak in the knees when he thought about this. He reluctantly looked away: "Don't, don't stay here, go home..."
Qin Zhao kissed Jing Li on the lips and asked softly, "Will you go home and help me?"
"Well, let's go home..." Jing Li was so dizzy from his kiss that his teeth trembled. He said obediently, "I'll go home and help you."