"Ouch!"

The scroll fell on Zhu Yourong's smooth forehead.

After being tapped lightly, a slight blush appeared somewhere on the fair skin.

A second ago, the woman was secretly laughing at Zhao Rong, but this second she was covering her forehead with both hands and leaning back.

She opened her eyes wide and glared at Zhao Rong, who was lowering his head to write. Then she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes widened even more.

My bosom friend is so great? I have such a good connection that I can tell that I am snickering even without looking at the teacher!

Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head, and said softly, "Teacher Zhu, you are peeking at me again!"

Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, but then she looked a little embarrassed. She was just saying that someone was peeking at her, but now...

Zhao Rong still didn't raise his head, staring at the words under his pen. He kept writing, but nodded as if he was serious.

"Hey, do I look good?"

Zhu Yourong: "......"
Chapter completed!