Listening to the footsteps rushing away from the door, he nodded, turned his head expressionlessly, and stared at Zhu Yourong.

The latter straightened her scholar's shirt and was biting her lip and looking in the direction of the door. At this time, facing Zhao Rong's calm gaze, she blinked lightly, looking a little innocent.

I don’t care about you at all, right?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and was speechless.

After that, the room became a little quiet, the two people's eyes crossed each other, and no one spoke for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his reddish forehead with his palm. He looked at 'Teacher Zhu' in front of him expressionlessly and nodded slowly.

Zhu Yourong blinked again, and the board she was still holding on to her legs quietly hid it behind her waist, placing her hands behind her waist.

Then, as if he was a little uncomfortable under Zhao Rong's calm gaze, Zhu Yourong freed up a hand, raised it, and wanted to hit his head again.

But in her opinion, it might just be the gentle and gentle teacher Zhu's thoughtful care for her student Zhao Ziyu.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong, then passed her and walked to the side of the desk. He rolled up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and looked down at the desk with a frown.

When Zhu Yourong saw this, he angrily withdrew his intention to care for his students.

"Hey, Teacher Zhu, do you want to learn this word?"

Zhao Rong's voice came from the desk. Zhu Yourong turned his head and looked. He was holding a brush in his sleeves while staring at the things on the desk. The brush in his hand was pressed by Zhao Rong into the dark ink of the inkstone.

Rotate back and forth and dip in ink without looking at it, the movements are skillful.

Zhu Yourong's eyes turned like paint.

Is Tzuyu...angry?

"Oh." She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, then raised her lips and said in a clear voice:

"Study, of course. Didn't that just let Tzuyu relax? You haven't taught me how to write those words yet."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yourong trotted to the table.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he refrained from raising his head to look at her, because he was afraid that he would accidentally see something that Teacher Zhu said was an eyesore but was not allowed to be seen, and would be punished by law enforcement.

Besides...to relax, just pat my forehead, right?
Chapter completed!