Zhao Rong nodded in response, and the hand that was originally holding the table stretched out and opened.

Help Zhu Yourong press and secure the paper he is writing on.

Under the table, his other hand, which was covered, also spread its slender fingers.

Zhao Rong did not look under the table.

His face looked as usual.

The same is true for Zhu Yourong.

Everything is left unsaid.

At this time, Zhao Rong's other hand only felt that the jade hand that had previously pulled his sleeve was loosened.

Zhao Rong waited silently for a while.

The next second, a soft and cool feeling came from the palm of my hand, like a spring breeze bringing warmth to my heart.

It was the fingertips of the jade hand that Zhu Yourong placed under the table.

She tapped on his palm.

This can be regarded as the first contact between the two.

Zhao Rong only felt soft and numb.

But I don't know how she felt.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong.

She was biting her red lips and writing seriously, looking more focused than ever before.

It seemed that at this moment, the two of them were hiding under the table, tapping the white fingers on his palm, not hers.

However, Zhao Rong still saw some abnormal clues.

The words Zhu Yourong was writing...were slightly panicked.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Their hands touched.

Let them all pause and be quiet for a moment.

But immediately, Zhao Rong knew what Zhu Yourong was going to do.

Under the mahogany desk, Zhu Yourong's green finger moved.

In the palm of Zhao Rong's hand, he sketched it one stroke at a time.

He was actually writing.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt interesting.

He calmly raised his head and glanced at the other three women in the study at the moment.

I saw that they probably didn't pay attention to something slightly out of line that was happening, but they were each doing their own thing.

Yu Huaijin was playing the piano at the piano stand on the other side of the room.

Bifang sat on the round mahogany stool with her legs bent, took out the red food bag again, and was eating strange snacks.

Jingzi stayed close to Bifang.

Watching the latter eagerly as he ate, muttering to himself.

Although her voice is small, it is also chirping, and she seems to be naturally close to Bifang.

However, in Zhao Rong's view, there was some strange timidity in this closeness.

For example, at this time, this soft girl named Bifang seemed to be giving Jingzi no snacks.

The girl in blue had no choice but to open her mouth slightly and watch.

Everything is normal in the study room.

Well, except for him and Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong added in his mind.

Although Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang looked at each other from time to time, they seemed not to notice the small movements of the two people in front of the desk.

Hiss, why does it feel a little exciting...

Zhao Rong thought subconsciously.

However, he had forgotten all about it, because the words Zhu Yourong outlined in the palm of his left hand, using his jade finger as a pen, were almost completed.

"forever?"

Zhao Rong thought to himself.

After Zhu Yourong finished sketching the last stroke, he withdrew his hand, looking calm and elegant as if nothing had happened, and stopped making small movements.

And the moment she finished writing this inexplicable word 'forever'.

Zhao Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but his palms felt a little hot.

Um, friction generates heat?

Zhao Rong laughed dumbly.

As for what Zhu Yourong's sudden little action meant.

Well, the female teacher who appears to be quiet and intellectual actually has a fiery and rebellious heart. At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, she is doing secret things with male students under the table, seeking excitement?

Well, the more dignified and elegant you are, the more unrestrained you are.

The more people there are, the more exciting it is.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

He decided that if the words he just wrote were just tentative flirting, if Zhu Yourong made any larger-scale moves next, he must decisively refuse.

Let her respect herself.

It's just that Zhao Rong waited for a long time, but Zhu Yourong made no other moves.

Moreover, the words she was writing became smooth and steady, as if she was deeply involved in it.

Was this because he was dissuaded by his uncontrollable Haoran righteousness?

It saves trouble.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly and then thought about the meaningless word "Yong" just now.

He suddenly said in a serious tone: "The word I taught you last time has already entered the hall, so there is no need to write it again."

Inside the room, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi both looked up immediately.

However, he did not become suspicious.

Bifang lowered her head and rummaged around, then picked out a 'snack' she found in Beihai from the red embroidered bag, and stuffed it into the small mouth of the cherry under Jingzi's eyes.

This fragile girl who seemed to have many benefactors muttered something while chewing.

"It's really... um... fun..."

Zhao Rong's expression remained as usual.

That sentence just now has two meanings.

Zhu Yourong's flower face is peaceful, her head is lowered, and she writes silently.

When she heard this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but she said nothing.

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong saw that Zhu Yourong's calligraphy was making good progress, so he arranged some calligraphy matters.

He bowed his hands and said goodbye.

Yu Huaijin stayed for a while, then said goodbye and left.

Everyone dispersed.

Lan Xuan's study returned to silence, empty and deserted.

Zhu Yourong turned to look in the direction where a certain man was leaving, shook his head slightly, "Idiot."

…

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Rong got up early and went to Mochi Academy.

Today, the arrangements for the etiquette exam will be announced...

PS1: Thanks to the good brother of ‘Japanese and Korean Selected Luo Guoshi’ for the 200,000-coin leader reward! Ahem, good brother comes to fencing!

PS2: Valentine's Day is coming soon, brothers... Go to bed quickly, don't stay up late, your opponent's chance will be bad.

As for Valentine's Day wishes, Xiaorong won't talk about it. Those who are still reading novels at this point, ahem, probably don't have a girlfriend...

Ah, what, this point is still being coded?
Chapter completed!