The air in front of the desk once fell into the ultimate dead silence.

Even Zhao Rong, who has a very thick skin, has never felt so embarrassed.

Ahem, what we are talking about is should, probably, maybe, maybe...no! It's 100% the same thing...right?

If this didn't suit his lips, Zhao Rong had no doubt that not only would he not be able to eat and walk around today, he would not even think about getting water from the Zhengguan well. Not to mention letting Zhu Yourong make tea, he would probably have to make a soup.

next moment.

Zhao Rong's brows suddenly widened, his expression suddenly dawned on him, he stared at Zhu Yourong sincerely, and said in a serious tone:

"I just thought something wrong, Yourong, you have just passed half a century, and you are already half a step into the Nascent Soul. Compared with your age, you are indeed not that old, not at all. Sister Yourong, you are still young.

Very good!”

Zhao Rong had a gentle voice and nodded in affirmation.

Zhu Yourong's face was expressionless.

At this time, she no longer held her hands behind her back, but folded her arms across her chest, listening quietly without speaking. Liu Muzi looked at Zhao Rong's expression carefully.

It seems that he is looking for something.

It's just that the latter's expression is very sincere.

"Tzuyu, do you really think so?"

Zhu Yourong's voice was calm.

The tough-minded man who had previously said, "If you frown, you're not Zhao Ziyu," he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Isn't this simple common sense in the mountains?"

Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while, then looked away from him,

She raised her chin slightly, squinted her eyes slightly, looked out the sunny window, and suddenly said: "By the way, what did Tzuyu just call me?"

Zhao Rong said decisively, "Teacher Zhu."

Not a trace of hesitation.

The previously strong-willed hero finally bowed to the evil forces in front of him.

At the table, a woman in a scholar's robe suddenly stretched out her hand and touched Zhao Rong's head. Her eyes were crooked, her red lips were slightly raised, and she nodded with satisfaction, "I'm here, Ziyu."

At the same time, the cool skin of her palms gently rubbed his broad, reddish forehead.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye when he was suddenly touched on the head.

He resisted a certain impulse and prepared to lean back to break away from this shameful posture...

Squeak!

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a surprised voice came along with it.

"Sir, you...what are you doing?"

Zhu Yourong: "......"

Zhao Rong: “…………”

PS: I finally made it up, no need to mess around, two chapters, 6,200 words...

Dear brothers who were waiting for the update, I'm sorry, it was supposed to be four hours early, but I was still a few hundred words short of nine o'clock, but I couldn't hold on, and fell asleep in a daze, and I just finished typing when I woke up.

(Actually, Xiaorong had a lot of fun coding these daily chapters... Maybe many brothers found it boring, but Xiaorong finished the coding with a smile, feeling that he had found some fun in coding...
Chapter completed!