don’t want.
The child thought she refused his apology and immediately cried in fear.
The children around him didn’t dare to coax him, they sympathized with him but were afraid.
Fortunately, it was not him who offended Mi Feixue.
The book boy had no choice but to coax him, and turned his attention to Fu’an for help.
Everyone is a book boy, and Fu’an has a pretty good relationship with this book boy.
After receiving his look for help, Fu’an came out, first straightened Mi Feixue’s crooked desk, and then said politely to the young juniors who were still surrounding them in silence: “Please, young gentlemen, please go play somewhere else. ”
These words were like an amnesty to the children who were standing still. None of them were as arrogant as usual towards the book boys. After hearing the words, they dispersed and returned to their seats.
It was quite understandable for Fu’an to see this. After all, even he would be afraid to face the young master alone when Master Mi was not around.
He bent down and asked Mi Feixue: “Young Master, do you want me to tidy the table for you first?”
Mi Feixue shook her head.
Fu’an retreated to his seat.
It happened that the master came back not long after.
Seeing all the children in the school sitting upright and quietly writing textbook articles, the Master looked surprised. This was completely different from what he thought.
The master looked around the classroom thoughtfully, and then left again without saying a word.
Less than three minutes after leaving this time, he walked back quickly.
The school was as quiet as ever.
Master: “…”
——It’s impossible for my students to be so well-behaved? !
The Master sat back on the podium with a confused look on his face.
Every child was immersed in copying articles, and Qiao Huai, who was sitting at the table next to Mi Feixue, was the same, but he couldn’t calm down. The articles were copied crookedly, and many words were obscured by ink and could not be read.
This kind of page cannot be submitted as homework at all, and the master will ask him to rewrite it if he submits it.
Qiao Huai depressedly crumpled the white paper that had just been filled with graffiti into a ball. When he was about to throw it away, he accidentally looked to the side and his eyes widened.
The ink stains on Mi Feixue’s table caused by the inkstone being thrown on the table disappeared little by little, visibly disappearing, as if something invisible was wiping away little by little.