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Youmeng shivered and raised her eyes in shock. She saw Mei Zihan looking at the paper for a moment, and a cold look was on her: "What is this?"

Lan Ying next to her was beating faster, Youmeng Qiang smiled and touched her nose to hide her panic: "The draft... is not well written, it is invalid and rewritten..."

As he said that, he pretended to be calm and natural, and reached out to retrieve it, but Mei Zihan deliberately avoided it. He looked at the picture written on her desk and frowned: "Why is your 'draft' different from this handwriting?"

Youmeng was embarrassed and said, "It was just that she was restless." Mei Zihan turned around and picked up the newly written picture on Lan Ying's desk. Compared with each other, her face suddenly turned dark, and she looked at Lan Ying with cold eyes: "If you help her again, you will go out."

Lan Ying buried her head in embarrassment and said in a weak voice: "Yes..."

"Reading depends on your heart, not on being lazy and clever." Then he confiscated Youmeng's so-called "draft" and "formal draft" and asked her to rewrite it, only for half an hour.

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Mei Zihan reviewed the answer sheets of the two. Lan Ying's talent for reading poetry and books was naturally satisfied, but Youmeng...

A striking black and white piece of paper, with a righteous word that said "Students are not talented, they do not understand spring and autumn". Wuqing was carried to Youmeng. She gritted her teeth and looked up. Behind the paper was Mei Zihan's gloomy cold face: "Is this the princess' first day of meeting for the new teacher?"

Her eyes curled her lips: "In the past, I only learned some books that women should read in the palace. "Spring and Autumn" and "Guliang Biography" talked about so many great principles, but the female tutor had never taught me, how could I write it..."

"You have any reason?" Mei Zihan looked at her with a cold look and said, thinking that her skin was so thick that she was very thick.

Under his cold eyes, Youmeng suddenly shut up, not daring to mutter a word, and lowered her head and clenched the corner of her clothes with depression.

"You said the female chef hadn't taught you?" Seeing her aggrieved look, he said calmly, "Okay, then I'll teach you now."

Then he asked Youmeng to sit beside him, took out a copy of the "Biography of Guliang" he brought with him, and explained the thirty-two scriptures about Duke Zhuang one by one. His voice was like a cold spring seducing her ears, but the content was really boring. Youmeng held back for him and tried very hard to show that he listened very seriously.

Finally finished the last article, Mei Zihan looked sideways: "Do you understand?"

Youmeng glanced at him and nodded.

"Since you understand, then copy what you are teaching today until you can memorize it like a stream." He said.

Youmeng's heart sank, and she became unhappy: "You deliberately made things difficult for me?"

He didn't turn back to look at her, but just said coldly: "I said that as my student, you must get used to my teaching. I won't treat you as a girl. If you can't stand it, you can ask for another clever."

After hearing this, Youmeng was stunned for a while. Later, she simply made up her mind, picked up the book "The Book of Gu Liang" on his desk and stood up and left. She sat back in her seat in a depressed manner, spread the book, as if she was holding her breath and grinding the ink hard, and then copied it word by word. She tried to memorize it once, and continued to copy it if she couldn't remember it.

Mei Zi's cold eyes saw her activating, and she didn't want to accommodate her at all. And she was also deliberately or unintentionally floating towards him when she was memorizing the book, with her mouth scattered on her back, and every word was bitten very heavily, looking extremely resentful. Lan Ying looked at her attitude, and she was clearly competing with the Taifu. Who told him to say that she couldn't do it? Then she had to show him!

Lan Ying had nothing to say except sighing.
Chapter completed!