Bai Zhi’er tumbled out of the carriage.
"Sixth Brother, let’s hurry up, today is my teacher’s lecture!" Follow current novᴇls on novel_fіre.net
Bai Xingye saw her get off and quickly grabbed his book basket.
Perhaps because he had been in the same position for too long, once he stood up, his legs felt weak.
Bai Xingye hurriedly supported himself against the side of the carriage.
He furrowed his brows and rested for a while.
Bai Zhi’er had already run to the entrance, her small feet stopped, and she looked back.
"Sixth Brother, come on!" She waved her little hand.
The little one glanced at Bai Xingye’s posture, her big eyes filled with concern.
"Are you feeling unwell, Brother?"
Bai Xingye rested his hands on his knees, caught his breath, lifted his chin, and laughed softly.
"As the Princely Heir, I was merely examining what makes this Mingyang Academy so special."
After speaking, he nonchalantly walked over.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, watching Sixth Brother’s unsteady steps, curiosity brimming in her watery gaze.
When Bai Xingye reached her side, the little one reached out and hugged his arm.
"Sixth Brother, let’s go quickly."
She pulled Bai Xingye along, sprinting off.
Inside the academy, it was already immersed in the sound of reading.
Bai Zhi’er led Bai Xingye to the courtyard outside her classroom.
As she peeked in, she found that her teacher, Mo Yanchi, was scolding two students under the corridor.
"Reading is something that requires the utmost diligence and effort! You two are half an hour late, you should reflect deeply on your mistakes."
"In terms of learning, you must never be lazy. As punishment, you will copy the ’Student Rules’ thirty times and present it to me the day after tomorrow!"
The two students were complaining bitterly but dared not argue.
After all, he was Mo Yanchi.
The Six Kingdoms Master, strict in teaching.
The two hung their heads: "Understood, Master."
Mo Yanchi maintained a stern face: "Go in and start the class now."
The two shuffled into the classroom.
Bai Zhi’er clung to the doorframe, watching the scene.
Her soft voice was tinged with helplessness: "Oh no, oh no, teacher is mad; we’ll have to write too."
Bai Xingye stood with his arms crossed beside her and snorted coldly.
"If we have to write, so be it. At worst, I’ll help you write them, together it’s just sixty times."
Bai Zhi’er pouted and murmured, "It’s not good to have someone else do it. Sixth Brother, we should go apologize to the teacher."
She pulled Bai Xingye, her small feet pattering as they approached Mo Yanchi.
At this moment, Mo Yanchi seemed quite exasperated.
He stood with his hands on his hips, sighing deeply as he leaned against a pillar in the corridor.
Bai Zhi’er approached him from behind, her soft voice carrying an apology.
"Teacher... sorry, Zhi Bao is late."
Mo Yanchi was stunned, turning his head.
He saw Bai Zhi’er pinching her hands, her head lowered, looking small and pitiable.
Beside her stood a young master with an unhappy expression.
Mo Yanchi lowered his voice: "Shh! My little disciple, don’t speak. Teacher will take you to Yunzhi Pavilion for a while, come over after class."
Yunzhi Pavilion was Mo Yanchi’s private study in Mingyang Academy.
He usually read and rested there.
Bai Zhi’er was led away by Mo Yanchi before she even realized it.
The little one quickly tugged Bai Xingye along.
Upon entering Yunzhi Pavilion, Mo Yanchi smiled warmly: "You two can sit anywhere. My little disciple, would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, standing there obediently.
Curiously, she asked: "Teacher, you just punished two students for being late. Zhi’er is late too, shouldn’t I write as well?"